Retail Lord
I dreamed we worked in a department store
Together in 1987
Made up in the aisle dueling swords
For the title of immaculate Retail Lord
From the back of house
To the blood on the floor
My left ear was up against your lips
As you pinned me back into a rack of pork shoulders
You whispered as the lights went out
"be free forever baby, Your shift is over"
If there was ever such a feckless thing
As nine in the afternoon
Still I might stretch out the
Saltwater taffy ends of every hour with you
I'm in another fit of laughter
The speed of which the morning after
Slips into the consciousness
Of the Night
Seasonal Shifting the limbs of our lives into action
The colors of the world that go together best
Are the deep evergreens and the reds of the robins breast
My teacher is a common creature
Whos never even spoken or heard a word in English
Breakfast is an edible calling card
That serves to bridge our dimensions
My phone is out in the yard
And I'm feeling younger for paying attention
If there was ever such a feckless thing
As nine in the afternoon
Still I might stretch out the
Saltwater taffy ends of every hour with you
I'm in another fit of laughter
The speed of which the morning after
Slips into the consciousness
Of the Night
Seasonal Shifting the limbs of our lives into action
Together in 1987
Made up in the aisle dueling swords
For the title of immaculate Retail Lord
From the back of house
To the blood on the floor
My left ear was up against your lips
As you pinned me back into a rack of pork shoulders
You whispered as the lights went out
"be free forever baby, Your shift is over"
If there was ever such a feckless thing
As nine in the afternoon
Still I might stretch out the
Saltwater taffy ends of every hour with you
I'm in another fit of laughter
The speed of which the morning after
Slips into the consciousness
Of the Night
Seasonal Shifting the limbs of our lives into action
The colors of the world that go together best
Are the deep evergreens and the reds of the robins breast
My teacher is a common creature
Whos never even spoken or heard a word in English
Breakfast is an edible calling card
That serves to bridge our dimensions
My phone is out in the yard
And I'm feeling younger for paying attention
If there was ever such a feckless thing
As nine in the afternoon
Still I might stretch out the
Saltwater taffy ends of every hour with you
I'm in another fit of laughter
The speed of which the morning after
Slips into the consciousness
Of the Night
Seasonal Shifting the limbs of our lives into action
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Writer(s): Ryan Anderson
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