Work in Progress

you were the archer and I was the bow, though it always seems to go that I am the target as your gaze, sweeps me against the wall
into the pilot of a plane, but not just to run away
when I know you chase me down, just to keep this jigsaw round.
keep me from acting like a work in progress, and always pointing western for the truth in all the vines, they finally seem to intertwine
but I should've learned how this system run, before this cycle begun
and there were a hundred generations below, you were ann bolyn, and I was the
buffalo
you were the knife that cut so deep, I bled for fifty weeks
and I think I'm still bleeding now, but I've learned to get around
learned how to poison all them pills, cure all the earthly ills
flat on my back against the slightest breeze, so I can wake up in the lakeshore reeds
keep me from acting like a work in progress, and always pointing western for the truth in all the vines, they finally seem to intertwine
but I should've learned how this system run, before this cycle begun
and there were a hundred generations below, you were ann bolyn, and I was the
buffalo
you were the fabled arts, and I was the commoner you were the populace, and I was hypocrisy
you were the dungeoness, and I was the widower you were ann bolyn, and I was the buffalo