Rojo - Omar Rodríguez-López

Your poison ivy

Moves like a lever in motion within time

It rings and stings over and over

Still the eggshells must complain

My mother remains

And yet today my legs grow weak

He isn’t here, near

Boy I can care less what you think, my dear

We linger tension

Falls on the tip of rotten silhouettes

Succumbs his strength from mental anguish

Still the hotcakes rust off warmth

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

There was never a?

for what she said

She pushed me around out of mind and the block

The itch on the skin was provoked by the ivy’s touch

We let it slip in covering herself up in rocks

Go let you go

My father wasn’t sane

But still someday he senses we’ll come off like rocks

Soon, boy I can care less we are just the same

My mother remains

And yet today my legs grow weak

He isn’t here, near

Boy I can care less what you think, my dear