Running With Guns

The lights dim to a fade
And I watch the man I love age
Against a screen of maroon and peach
And he’s somewhere on Miami Beach
Strumming a guitar
While I’m driving my car
Down the only road I’ll ever know
I passed him by and I didn’t slow
And they intercepted the pass
When he tried to grab my ass
And I throw a glance back in your direction
Like I am the reason for your insurrection
Against the powers that be
And they have me
On a cliff ledge
What is it that they said
You’ve gotta be safe
But I escape
From their cage
With shattered glass on the edge of my page
And it still draws blood
Though I proclaim that it’s all good
And I take the meds
And run from the music in my own head
That’s writing a symphony
Should I let the Beethoven in me
Trample the piano into dust
And just trust
Into the free fall
They only hurt you when they put up a wall
Between you and freedom
And they make sure you see them
They’ve all got their pens
And I swear I’ll never go back again
But they can’t write a sonnet like I do
They don’t know anything about you
Coz I kept your name a secret
The room is freezing but you heat it
With your furnace flame
And you can take the blame
I’ll take the trophy wife
And we’ll split the bill til it’s even twice

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