Selfish Duet Songtext

Calendar countdowns and train station shifts

White sheets lay under the true candidate

Confession in murmurs and indisposed sighs

Truth's in the once-blue, now graying eyes



Bindings and bookmarks soiled in the prints

Of covetous fingers dipped in black ink

The authors are harlots citing their shame

As the reason for tossing their works in the flames


A guardian's ghost framed in the pane

Under rustling of satin, intervention in vain

With the pretext of speakers and lavender lights

A selfish duet crescendos in time



Early April showers and mahogany hair curls

Draw crimson from under the skin

The band-aids and bracelets just masking

The sole thing that ever touched her within



In the darkest of backyards, on sanitized grass

The nurse lays aside her own ailing past

Reception in silence, culmination in gags

With awkward young smiles, this walk is our last