God damn these shoes that walk me anywhere they choose they’ve brought me inches on a map— and what are inches supposed to do? cheer a lonely crawl, or let me know I’m getting taller, getting closer to the moon?
You want taking care of in the day but when I’m walking, well I haven’t all that much to say you were something special on the way but now you’ll have to live without the ears that waded in a growing mouth ‘til nothing came and talked them out of asking what the news is
Ambition is a pricy little girl who’ll never need you to be hers You see, she has enough of those kneady little doughnut holes (They’re only known for what they leave and not what they are) And so, she’ll take your bracelets Crowns to frame her face with Leave you nearly toothless Tell me if you see her and tell me—if you see her— won’t you ask her what the news is?
I’ll have a listen if you can tell me what part to rip out what heart to rip out and what piece to start missing what leg to let die just to keep on with your living a half-legged life
And half-pretty’s all rot but it’s enough to get by if you don’t stop to count your toes— God knows, you won’t need those to close a door