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Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, afraid to die a virgin A girl, a whore, a pleasurable type, a siren in the water A scroll, a nod, a message from God, a son, a Holy Father
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise" Still on the soapbox, just hoping I don't overwhelm
The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow The wall, the fall, the passage of time, the bolting down the window The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the message in the bottle The strike, the pause, the mandate from God forbid she shows emotion
This isn't rage, it's worth a mention This is a fake internal tension Sometimes, I spread out my opinion And stand on its back to gain attention This isn't rage, it's too specific I have to hate symbolic limits This is no statement, I'm complicit This is a dream, God put me in it
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, the wind around the willow A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, the bolting down the window The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the siren in the water The strike, the pause, the message from God, does that make me His daughter?
A hand, a shove, a drive, a jump, a win under the wire
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
Kitsune Rin Yamamoto · Mon Feb 16, 2026 @ 10:18pm · 0 Comments |