Split, Splitting - Mal Blum

Construction zone outside my window

I fell out of bed again

I’m getting used to it

But you wept

You said I tasted like pain to you

I think that it’s just a mood

But I hope it starts leaving soon

Like I do

Like I do

Like I do

Like I do

Like I do

Like I do

So I left then too, I slept in a parking lot

Used to feel dangerous now it’s just sad

Stories you tell to them

Memories of fallen men

Ball steps and pirhouettes

And «I hadn’t met you yet"s

It’s not true…

Me?

I still don’t know a broken down

But faithful radio

A dopplering, dropped slur from a car

Window the sun on the ground

But you?

I do raised red flags and charm

And all I bet you taste like my manias

Bet I don’t want to find out

But I do…

So I folded and

I fell like an actor then

Performing a narrative

Dressing, undressing it

Is this how it’s always been?

Don’t know what the problem is

People abandoning

You without cause

And you think that I won’t lonely looking

Young and vulnerable

I bet you taste like my lowest lows

Bet I don’t ever want to know

But I do

But I do

But I do

But I do