Birdland

Imagine this, we went from activists with magic in our fragile bones
To some actors and actresses acting like where were at’s not wrong
Love a stage to be cast upon…Passion’s gone
Just another passing fad so we tagged along
now the fashion that we donned last night’s gone bad at dawn
Make love as an excuse to get naked and no longer have it on
Attachments relax their bonds,
as I walk on water past this pond of glass the shadows of your past still cast upon/
alas it dawned I’ve had it wrong
as the sadness latches on and strips the tags right off the back of my shirt
designer patches that handed me worth now former fans of me jerks
canceled candidly, answer me!!! how can it be worse/
why when they waxed upon the past I didn’t laugh along?
Conscience vagabond, haunted by the asterisks that it's absence spawned/
but this righteous feelin' ain’t actually strong
cus in fact I’m attached to woman whose vision is short but her lashes long/
used to sing duets but knew less than half the song
romance rehashed at times the slow dance never lasts too long/
so though I swear I’m past the plastic as it happens
she hears that I’m immune and figured that she’d try to pass it on/
her words like music but she only choose the saddest jawns
life would be a cruise but they won’t let me take this casket on