Reunion

Mutter into my only useful parts
Like we are spit and sweating palms
Ask about the better parts
But we blinked
When they were at arm's length

US-1 hums and kicks your locks up
In that cool sun's crisp dumb bliss
In the trite way bright-faced teenagers kiss
Laura, are we ever going to feel that again
Are we just
Over everything?

I make short work for how no place could ever know its worth
So the last time you got out of my car
I refrained from explaining the weight of what you are
Like a spiritualist pines in the quiet of night
For more than burnt leaves bring
For what a crystal hides
She always laughs when she looks at my palms
All my past lives probably play like sitcoms

With no reunion,
No reunion
No reunion
Just some brief greeting as proof
That time would have no leaning to
The death of you

US-1 hums and kicks your locks up
In that cool suns's crisp dumb bliss
In the sly way I taste the sun screen mist
Laura, you're a bit too keen to relive

And I make a quick kill for all the breath our bodies spilled
So the last time you bid me well
I regretted dissecting where the curtain fell
Like senior leads' tears on the backstage tile
All heated throats and brittle, wet smiles
The crowd all stands with their warmed hearts
A long applause before the cast departs

With no reunion, no reunion
No reunion
No reunion