Fight Naked
by Jon Fazzaro
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- Track Name: True
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so i had this idea
that this is all before we wake up
our little hearts at peace
and our little pills still in their cup
one night i had this dream
that i could not wake from at all
then i fell through my bed
but you were there to break my fall
then you put me down and you were gone
and i'm wondering what the hell i did wrong
i'm starting to think that it wasn't true
i'm trying so hard to remember you
so i had this idea
that i cannot quite recall
and memory might serve
if i could just bend down and crawl
but i'm pulled up tall and i feel dumb
when everyone laughs at what i've become
i'm starting to learn that this isn't true
i'm starting to remember things about you
yesterday i would have known to put one foot before the other
and one thing inside another to hide it away
but yesterday i also would have clothed the naked truth
and over serendipity i would have favored proof
see, even now it's hard to close my eyes and know that you're still there
and know that my control is slipping swiftly away
and even now it's hard to know that science is just proof
and serendipity is just another flavor of the truth - Track Name: May I Have This Dance
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here's what i would say to you
if you and i were lovers
even if we wanted to
we couldn't clean these covers
cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you
cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you
stains so set we could have traced
their borders with our eyes closed
with fingertips protected by
the prophylactic of our choice
that you mean nothing to me
and i mean nothing to you
cause you mean nothing to me
cause i mean nothing to you
even though you shouldered me
that time when i was down
this dance we do
is a ritual prescribed to provide comfort and
convenience to the weak knees of the dancer
this dance we do
conforms to all the rules and regulations
put forth by the bodies
keeping seats warm for THE MAN, SIR
and I would dance with you
but you can't dance and otherwise pretending
only gives us both a fucking cancer
in the head
do you ever see
in the faces of your friends
the skull bones underneath
and how everyone pretends?
do you ever picture
the hard hospital bed
where one day you'll be clear on
who you should have been instead?
may i have this dance, you'll say
and i could play that part
but i mean nothing to you
and you mean nothing to me
and so this mattress might see
a rhythm
but never
a heart
