Choose

It comes in waves
It comes in contractions
Call me Sisyphus
Anybody interested in switching myths?

Keep on triggering
I'll paint pointilistic portraits with the bullet holes
Keep on burying
I'll build earthform installations with the burrows

Flipping rocks
Throwing stones
I've been so very good
For so very long

Keep on silencing
Watch me John Cage the shit out of your speaker hiss
Keep on cutting in
Making big paper prints with the cross sections

I'm trying to believe in beauty
I'm trying to believe
I'm trying to believe in beauty
Is it too much to ask for you to choose me?

God, I was numb
God, I was blind
God, I was dumb
God, I was polite
God, I was numb
God, I was blind
God, I was young
God, I was polite

God, I was trying to get out alive
I was just trying to get out alive

I'm trying to believe in beauty
I'm trying to believe
I'm trying to believe in beauty
Is it too much to ask for you to choose me?



Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Michelle Magill
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