a smile has been calling me for a long time, sometimes it squeezes by in smirks
i tried to cover my ears pretending not to hear (like Peco)
let's learn the language of the trees, I'll hunch my heart into my knees
prepare a pegasus for every naked face inhaling hope through furrowed frowns. 

you think I sold my soul to Satan, I swear I gave myself to God,
what we love will always make us happy, we all make up our own right and wrong
bereave such salient an epicure 
we'll change the world with our monumental miniscule gestures
I live with all my decisions all somnolescent dissipation 
exacerbate the exclamation point right out.

tug on the apron of our instincts while watchers cluck dissaproval
of all the proud but beaten down to think their suffering proves they're strong.
alack the day we left the sordid soused the rascal [bad word] round
the crooked crown like chimerical starlings over the servant left supine.

so act adult atop your dormer window where the whole world and no one can see
can't be an anchorite in this breathless city but we can practice sociometry
line up sophomoric slams with slander vesture pained dignity with love's liniment
derail the amorist with his silver swagger and his [bad word] on rustic refinement

cover the crestfallen with golden paper planes pretend and playing that it's autumn
gently undaunted by the knowledge of being a burden to the ground
now I'm a burden to all around. 
she's back in Sin City, it's time for me [bad word] back down

It's time I made a decision, It is time, I made a choice
If I'm in debt to God and you 
then I'm in debt to those who hate me enough to raise their voice
don't let me be found in angry books 
 [bad word] that they get no second looks
keep me alive with the soft love made by calloused hands
for what do we live for if not to do good?