Breath - Daveed Diggs

Yeah

Somewhere between the breath and voice

Somewhere between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice

And destiny hinged, swingin' like our dead in the wind

The best of intent, impotent when met with the sense of a sea change

Deranged seems so mainstream

We swim up, chin-ups work oblique dreams till they rock hard

Walk sideways and stay on guard, and necks talk all day till text cop like—sh,

quiet

No more ideas, please remain poised

Somewhere between the breath and the voice

Where possible hides, before we speak impossible lies

Improbable dies in service of your certainty

Why not not know?

Why not not end innocence?

Why not not take this last shot and end in the tangled bed sheet

Legs a spreadsheet where 'x' is every ex and 'y' is every possible out

Now I’m outside again, the sky’s fallin'

That one moment hangin' low in the mind, callin'

My callin', make love like love wasn’t shot dead on January first, 2009 (Brap)

And that’s when the final switch flipped in my mind, and time switched from

linear to rewind

And switched off, and switched gunshots for liquor

Tears for wet pussy, 'cause both them taste better, fuck it

Let our mistakes make life, because doing it intentionally shouldn’t be advised

In a world where love is only born for demise, then to love unconditionally’s

truly unwise

Still gotta live and I still gotta fuck

The shots get too heavy and we all still duck

We all still stuck in the head, so moist

Between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice