Words Can Be Tricky

They can stick to you.
Stuck on your tounge with superglue.
It’s not me or the fool on the hill.
Or the kids on the corner with their dope and their pills.
It’s not a key or the darkside of the force.
It’s a credit card slipped into the lock of your heart.
It’s not the visions that I had when I was sick.
Or the cynical wit that helps me forget.
It’s not the boxes we put people in.
Or the throats that are cut when we just gotta win.
it’s not the suberbs that stretch out forever.
Or the minimalism in our alarm clock.