Compositor: The Joggers
Everyone started to die
shuffling papers, and letting out sighs
everyone liked this a lot
staring and smiling at everything everyone's lost
growing careful in this air
they said it might take different forms
some sham compliance on our skin
we've been talked down, we're immigrants
this flight is almost done, the engines whine, air pressure on your thighs
we're landing on our sides, gone right to bed, don't trouble us at all
everyone started to hide
sputtering targets crawling in hind sight
the balance just hates the thought
waiting to see what everyone else has now got
we all dabble in the end
some showhorse workhorse residence
no benedictions down the line
no casting couch to mock our minds
6 miles overhead the light is perfect pouring on your face
and notice how careful everything that lasts has got, has got to be