Helen of Troy

The legend goes, they met at dawn on the lawn
Of a frat house somewhere
Burying the hatchet again
The secrets flow through flora and fauna
Composed by a Strauss
Despair careening like habit and then

The fabled prince, his apologetic wear and tear
On the rope of affairs
And the naive Queen with her empathetic stares
Swearing, "Yes, I'm prepared"
Had a meeting on the strong kinetic forces
That they "can't bear to repair"
Once again they're lost to aesthetic flair
'Til the next time somewhere

Our Helen of Troy
The conjuring, foundering
Queen of Yesteryear
Couldn't shake this feeling anymore
Fixed upon her lost boy
A raucous, harrowing, festering journey
He'd leave her reeling, stricken to her core

The crying hopes of a forgone family
Destined for tears and shaken by fear
And the yearning of the hopeful damned
Would be lain on biers for the fiercest leers
Her dreams of him, not the coarsest man
He'd ever become here, ever the bum
Steer clear, our lovesick one
Steer clear

Try it again, pretty baby
With the love-wrecked stare
Thinking nobody could do any wrong
Say it again for the lady with her love left bare
And her dreams scattered on the lawn
It's fine 'til it's not and the truth comes out like
Glittery champagne everywhere
Yeah it's cool 'til it's hot
And the steam bites frosty air

Never the end
She set her sights on her northern star
The boy turned man, or so she'd hoped
Set sail again
Her every might on her kingdom near and far
Her joy returning like a ghost

The hollow hold of the possibilities
Was he there? Was he hers? Was it fair?
Would the many years of histories
Give way to daring, sparing, raring
Love that could fulfill the stories?
Time would remember their telltale pairing

Shamelessly, they'd hold each other bare
Patiently, they'd attend the kingdom's care
Graciously, he'd father their future heir
Tenaciously, he'd be hers so they'd swear
Famously, by time they'd be spared
Then he'd see how all of it was theirs

But when she reached the lawn of the house
The dawn shed its light
And the wreckage of the morn before
Aflame in broad daylight
The hatchet in the door dug from the ground
To end the fight
And the boy turned man, who nowhere found
Left a note for our Queen
Who dropped right there and read

My darling I know you wanted me there
To hold each other
But I couldn't bear to pretend to attend
To your care, and our heir
Would swear me off just where
I left you on that lawn, it's gone
The shame that I'd spare you
It came with me like history
Like a ghost of my every might I could carry
A love-wrecked stare we shared
Over glittery champagne, I was vain
You were lost in the rain
The hopeful damned our family
Was destined for years of tears and fears
The apoplectic forces we tried to repair
Were becoming unfair
Like the secrets of yours I held
While roaming through flora and fauna

And I was a lost boy
Burying the hatchet again
My Helen of Troy
I'm stealing your joy

It's fine 'til it's not and the truth comes out
In legends everywhere
Yeah it's cool 'til it's hot
And the steam bites frosty air

'Til the next time somewhere

Never the end, never the end
And the steam bites frosty air