antiarrhythmic

[fixme_in45]

I want to strap you to a chair
Pump my mind into yours
Make you feel what I feel
Ache what I ache
Know what I know
See what I see
So that you can finally understand

When you held that ring out
In the kidder’s tone of saccharine sheepishness,
And when you held my hand
That bore that very band,
Was it all a ruse to reset my mess?

Can a person really be that fickle?
Or is this premeditated deceit?
Somehow, either would fit the bill

All I want
Is to keep you in my Grace
To trust every word that falls from your face
But even if I do,
I can’t trust every word that parades out of mine
To be safe with you

It’s been clear to me
You can’t be what I need
But second chance and all his subsequent friends
Pass along the key back to you again
So you crack open the door again to that prospect
And rearrange what I’ve settled to expect

and then

you slam the door
Over.
And over.
And over.
Grazing the welcome mat
And staining it with your shoes just a little more

Over
And over
And over
Lover, will you please just stay over?