second intermission
anticipation
you know the third act

small talk drops out of the play
you're standing in the lobby
tightening your tourniquet

waiting for it
and then the bell sounds
and the lights flash

and there's all these questions milling around
and there's no time to ask


no bliss for little miss leading
cuz she's learning about bleeding
but what is love if not exquisite

our only saving grace
or is it?
and somewhere inside your iris

blooms the reflection of my surprise
as you stroll past every last do not enter
and touch me at my epicenter

and the bell sounds
and the lights flash
and there's all these questions milling around

and there's no time to ask

I'm always trying to get there

I never really get there
to that quiet place where
I accept myself

instead I'm deep inside some high school
locker room no clothing
popping the zits of my self loathing

under fluorescent lights
and the bell sounds
and the lights flash

and there's all these questions milling around
and you're too ashamed to ask


second intermission
anticipation
you know the third act

small talk drops out of the play
and you're standing in the lobby
tightening your tourniquet

waiting for it
waiting for it