Your Expected Self

Your Expected Self


You should probably go
But you don’t move an inch
Some bad ideas are so beautiful
Where’s your common sense?
That little voice of reason?
But what better should you know?
Romantics have strange heroes

Romantics, they have strange heroes…

Ain’t they the ruined kind?
Smudged untouchables
The holy hollow heathens that fill lyric and prose
They serenade you
To feel and be felt
Because you’re downing, boy
In your expected self

She puts her hands upon your chest, then…
Like she would give you mouth to mouth, and…

Too close
It is not close enough!
So will you break this stillness…
And swallow her breath?
Break your fractured vows?
Swallow her breath
And break your fractured vows

Romantics have strange heroes 
Romantics, they have strange heroes
Some bad ideas are so beautiful
And romantics, they have strange heroes

Straighten your tie
Smile for the guests
Kiss the backs of your heels
Ain’t you going places!
Keeping up with the Joneses
Driving Robinson’s home
Answering all your emails
Paying loans off with loans

You’re getting in so deep
You should probably go
But some bad ideas
Are so beautiful

She puts her hands upon your chest, then…
Like she would give you mouth to mouth, and…

Too close
It is not close enough!
So will you break this stillness…?
And swallow her breath?
Break your fractured vows?
Swallow her breath
And break your fractured vows

Breathe, breathe baby, breathe
Breathe, breathe baby, breathe
Though the room is full of smoke
From all that you set afire
Breathe, breathe baby, breathe

Now you’re the ruined kind
Smudged untouchables
The holy hollow heathens that fill lyric and prose
And serenade us
To feel and be felt
‘Cause were all downing, dear boy
In our expected... selves

Romantics, they have strange heroes…


May 15, 2017