so let’s take this slow,
as if i should even be one to talk.
constantly moving on all my luck.
so fast, like a rabbit, then getting stuck.
i cannot give up.
in a briar patch i knew i would meet you
but i’m stopped, not sure it’s entirely true.
deja vu of people that i knew already
and what i did to them…this is getting heavy,
and spinning me places that i wish i deserved to be.
i have to block it before my intuition deceives me.
i rocket back to the earth like an alien
looking for blue-planet rays to become human.
i have a gift that tells of every curse,
so make a move for the exit.
but your laugh shakes me up and it makes me clean
between an xm pop-rock takeover queen and
an old friend who left a spell,
lifted every curse,
and made a move from the entrance.
so i’ll get nervous one more time,
watching hands (not mine) shaking ‘maybe’ signs,
tying hair with a flare that’s ready
to fly aboard civilian crimes.
they’re knife-cutting all the lines.
i don’t at all care why.
i’m staring like i’ve got a better idea.
i saw you scrambling numbers and
highlighting fluorescent wit
with a study pen on airline standby trends.
believe me, i see things.
i’ve come clean, not wasting.
not lazy, done chasing.
i knew you would be there but i couldn’t believe it.
my friends know i’m out there to speak truths and take dares.
a-b (row) 52, and it’s 30 degrees.
i’m making sense with this movie
on the back of the seat on the port-side of this ride.