COPYRIGHT

You know everything's gotta have a copyright.
Just in case.
You know I save face,
if I just tell a white lie.

I have prescriptions and subscriptions
to every single emotion.
I'm going to pledge my allegiance
when all of this is through....
to the ghost of all I do.

It hurts to say I'm over,
'cuz you never know when the next
come back will be my sell out concert
in the park,
I would not mind any dark -
as long as I have a copyright.

Prom

I can count all my fingers
with my bruised eyes,
and this bruised ego.

I carry around secrets
upon secrets
that are soaked in more secrets,
what do you carry?

I've held death in my hand,
as if it were a baby bird I could nurse.
I've held life in my arms,
as if it were an old friend who's returned.

I just want to be over done sometimes,
undercooked and reconsidered as a human.
It would be nice if I could count to three
without stopping mid-sentence to pray.

I have one more mention,
of a far away boy.
He's got no intention
of coming my way.

No, he'd never come my way.

-written by mary day-