We're in It - Typhoon

Well I hoped I’d recognize your face

I got there early found a parking space

And sat in my car like I was casing the place

I thought it’s not too late I could cut you loose

I could go home now offer some excuse

Then the door opened and there was no mistaking you

You said come in

Take your shoes off

And come in

Poured the drinks exchanged prerequisites

I am good you said but the world is shit

So what we’re old men now?

Then I laughed no you’r right it is

This time well it really is

Yah we let it get away you said

Like the falconer from the poem you read

I just shook my head feels like waiting around

For the Second Coming

Except nobody’s coming

And the talk turned over to life before

To the kindness of strangers and their kitchen floors

How the pain grows sweet and the blood dries burnt orange

The green rooms and the tortilla chips

All the couches caked in ejaculate

How I cringed when you said

At least someone is getting it

Coming

At the same time coming

The drinks grew low and your eyes grew dim

Like curtain was pulled so no light gets in

You said I’m fine alone but It’s good to see you man

I feel cut off from all I have been

But am I the stump or am I the limb?

I was eyeing the door and you noticed it

I said I have to be running

Late for dinner or something

And you thanked me for coming

The next I saw you was a hospital bed

With a gunshot wound nurses shaved your head

You were lucky maybe maybe the opposite

I was awkward and you were a wreck

You were muttering something underneath your breath

And then I lost my cool called you an idiot

You said I was such a hypocrite

Someone had to die before I gave a shit

I said you’re right but still

If I’m in it you’re in it

And the tears started coming

And they wouldn’t stop coming

Cleansing all our resentments

As if we could go on living

Don’t ever wonder why

Everybody wants to die from time to time

It’s better not to ask

Don’t shake the nest don’t speak the lie

Because it’s always been agreed

Through some ancient alchemy

That the public secret

It secretes that life is worth living

And it has to be