today I cant please you
there are fires in my head
veins are breaking
nothing works
Ive been trying
to stand up right
and tell you the stories
just as they were
but I forget now
it isnt sympathy I want
or advice
in fact I can tell
it all in the third person
 
people will shine
their shoes today
scratch them up by dinner
and eat burnt food
every other bite tasting
like a bad memory
and the sky will seem
like another days sky
friends will let you know
what youre doing wrong
monkeys dance in your living room
television is always talking
little girls get answers
from other little girls
 
there is a language of flowers
horses stop the wind
from peeling the west fields
as usual fires fall
to my face and I drop
delicate things
forget to watch the time
and lie so its easy
yell because its quicker
plan tomorrow all day today
until today follows me
out the door and I find that
you can strike fire anywhere