The Point

‘Let’s just get to the point’ she said

I don’t want to watch you go up in a flame
but tomorrow will start out entirely the same.
It rained on my hell still the fires they grew
and I’m wearing the same colours as when I first met you,
a logo on my shirt like some sort of tattoo.
‘Are we moving forward or is the world sliding back?’

‘I can’t take this back’ she said

I’m tied to the leaves and I’ll come alive in June.
If I could be part of the sky I’d choose a balloon
but I’m tied to the leaves and I’ll hit the ground soon.
Keep pouring please even after I say when.
You’re a song that means nothing now but everything then.
‘Are you comfortable being buried beside my landmine?’

‘You have eyes exactly like mine’ she said

The cars can’t come here with this road closed down.
The pavement is cracked and there’s shit on the ground.
The sky is smoke grey and it taste like fall all around.
The train moves forward as if I forgot something
and the drums play a beat but there’s no one left to sing.
‘Are we dancing in silence, or just dulling this point?’

‘Point to a heart and I’ll tell you how to break it’