Surface Tension -

I’m like a cat

I always seem to fall on my feet

And like a cat

I have nine times to die

This must not be

My number three

There’s a few things

You should know about me

I don’t want to sing about love

Not this time

Lust-worn cliches

I’m no oracle of lies

I could show you

How much I hate

Imagine that

What a song that would make

You want to know

How I seem to fall on my feet

How I escape

With my sanity complete

Is it unreal?

Some sleight of hand?

I could say but I

Don’t think you’d understand

I’m not a helter skelter woman

With tattoed legs

Transparent smile

As the layers fall away

Where’s this unholy mystery

To my steel veneer?

I might tell you one day