Do you belong to a song? Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs? Are you drunk? Have you been drinking? Do you below the overpass go with a fifth in your fist reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did? Please don't give up, dear walls don't let the ceiling fall when you belong to a song, salty eyes, You belong. Shrill notes begin, the grim violin then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrate the score to which one more corpse is left quiet How we become the hollows of drums the rests between notes, the hollers that never reach throats "friends" in quotes, they're not calling Please don't give up, dear you I'm but the sliver moon sliding through when you belong to a song, salty eyes, You belong. Do please believe, however naive let it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs and belong, salty eyes When you belong to a song, salty eyes, You belong.