La Dispute - A Poem lyrics

rate me


Third time writing you a letter, getting darker. I'm getting worse

And worse. 

I had a reason for the writing, but trying to

Exorcise my demons didn't work. To try to rid me of the worry and to purge

You out of wonder for the future and the hurt. I wrote a poem:



I'm increasingly aware I've been painting things in gray,


I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain, 
I'm increasingly alive

To every cloud up in the sky, 
I'm increasingly afraid it's going to

Rain. 

See, lately I've hated me for over-playing pain. For

Always pointing fingers out at everyone but Who in fact is guilty and for

Picking at my scabs like they could never break but they can and They will

And I'll spill like a leak in the basement, a drunk in the night choir,

Just slur all those Words to make deadbeat that sweet old refrain,

Self-inflicting my pain and therein lies the real Shame: I heard when they

Were picking through the rubble finding limbs, they sang hymns, but Now

What of what I sing? 

The worry, the wonder, the shortness of

Days, 
The replacement for purpose, 
The things swept away by


The worry, the wonder, my slightness of frame, 
The

Replacements for feeling, 
The casual lay. And 
The worst of

The wildlife wears clothes and can pray and
The worry, the wonder,

For three meals a day. 
Only death unimpeded, not slowing it's pace,


Brings that petty, old worry and wonder away.