is that the time? is that the time? 
where are you now? to be a fly on the wall,
a fly on the wall squinting at you, 
picking out the shapes in the dark, 
can you believe this? 
so talk. just talk. 
what are you saying? 
bigger fish to fry? bigger fish to fry?
i’m breathing embers. 
i dare you to remember daring 
to get a little closer. 
and the line goes dead. 
the line goes dead. 

every time, every time i stand down 
i catch a bullet in my teeth,
boy, do i feel sheepish. 
it never was, never will be, 
so i’m keeping it together. 
ok, ok, silly me, 
here’s my head on a plate, 
i get the message, 
sitting back down with whiplash 
and crystal in my limbs. 
i’m still here.
and i’m still here.