Molt / Fuse / Divide

And when I trade phases, cages, pack it all away, don't watch me need it
Fake it, just enough to breathe till I unpack
Resuming habits (vestiges of needs abandoned) and tracing faces on the dusty hood of consciousness
Twisted, spineless, blistered in the din of countless wants
Grasping, aimless, deaf to setting suns
And I can feel my whining id mourning the skeletal remains of something true and nourishing for idle hands -- put it in the ground

Every layer's closer to the core of who I am and what I'll be
See it on my face: I'm molting now
I'm shedding shells of former selves, ripe to cast aside

But if we hadn't fused together at all, I would be remiss to live without you by my side
Wouldn't have a leg to stand on
Good thing I asked you to come with me and keep me on the ground

Hold the cards eternally
Don't concede anything, to anyone

To the tune of circumstance we collide with anyone between us and our agenda.
While we know enough to sympathize, it's a yawn of an idea (not that I can see a better one)

We divide, and stay cellular in the name of our traditions
We can limp along in spite of it, could you pass the mashed potatoes?

In all the sanctity of holy war we lost ourselves, as if anyone could have done Something about it
Didn't know if it was wrong or right, we just know enough to doubt it

But put a lock on the revolving door, and steel ourselves
Live life in ambiguity; you can fake it 'till you make it, and you've got a kid to coddle

Here's a message in a bottle