July 17- that’s a cold play

Benstopfel

I came alone
No weapons drawn
In my hands
Or on the page
I’m unarmed and blank

I saved a song
To dance along
The room is burning down
Holy shit get out

I’ll stand on my head
To remember what you said

I’m a little scrambled up right now
Give me a moment and a drink
And we’ll sort this out
The years caught up to us and stayed a while
Did they hurt you like they hurt me
That’s what it’s all about

Don’t make a sound
We’re underground
(And on the jumbotron)
No one can find out
That we had this chat
(That’s French for cat)
I’ll wait in line
To stalk for time