Exit Route - Thea Gilmore

God’s electrician sparked up the heavens once again

Heading northbound on the 7:10

And the Lord said let there be commuters

Talking pension plans, medicals and monthly targets end to end

I was hoping I could steal you

Away from all that chemical release

We were both walking, talking silk-wrapped razor blades

Carving our initials into each others memories and

I know I can’t place blame

But this was all your idea

I just got out when I did

To prove the exit route was clear

To prove the exit route was clear

And I’ve seen you play dumb, but what else can you do?

I’ve seen you dodge my questions like bullets

But come on, honey, show me something new

Show me this amphetamine psychosis

Show me this not-quite-comatose it’s

Gonna track us up for the evening

And you and I can support each other like rotting fence posts and

I know I can’t place blame

But this was all your idea

I just got out when I did

To prove the exit route was clear

To prove the exit route was clear

We both lay on the floor end to end

While our bodies and our brains gave up the fighting

And your bed-sit looked like some sick demon had rolled in

It looked like Hell with fluorescent lighting

It looked like Hell with fluorescent lighting and

I know I can’t place blame

But this was all your idea

I just got out when I did

To prove the exit route was clear

To prove the exit route was clear

To prove the exit route was clear

To prove the exit route was clear