Make Yourself Decent!

We doubted our love from the rooftops
As the rain began to swell
Once you've tasted heaven
Everything else tastes like hell
Not a word of dishonesty
Or false modesty
Gripping your hand
We watched pedestrians
Spill into the sidewalk
When the concrete became quicksand
I'm empty, hungry
Starving for something I can't discern

And I'd be the one to hold you
When I walk upon the grass
As I step through a thousand
Pieces of broken glass
That I wish I never meant
It was a tongue of the slip
That drudged up misplaced feelings
I'm so bad at taking my own advice
In all my daily dealings
17 missed messages, 17 mixed messages
Lurching forward
Careening on a cliff made of images and appendages
A crows nest of grotesque animals
Hides behind the artifice kept
It's what you've come to expect
Its what you've come to accept
I'm empty, hungry
Starving for something I can't discern
And I'd be the one to hold you
When I walk upon the grass
As I step through a thousand
Pieces of broken glass
That I wish I never meant
And I'd be the one to hold you
When I walk upon the grass
As I step through a thousand
Pieces of broken glass
That I wish I never meant
Inseparable bonds won't always, the blade spare
But I'll be bound to raise some eyebrows, and a couple wretched glares
What happens next? Have we had enough
It isn't tough to fall in love, its only tough to stay in love