Canaries

Make what you can out of nothing keep bluffing your
 way to extinction you're a
 sick fuck to think that this,
 unlike anything else will
 last forever. Building rock
 anthems a jigsaw exterior,
 you see what you miss but you
 can't stand to be near her,
 it's bigger than that you realize but short-sighted
 impulses own what's left of
 your dignity, tell yourself
 quietly don't plow the field
 yet, you're waiting to grow
 some new life from
 retrospect. You know free
 agency pays little in the
 long run, but you just don't feel like you're legs are
 that tired yet, friends and
 go betweens sing like
 canaries crushed in leaves,
 this is the thanks you get.
 Somewhere that's sweet maybe
 someday we will meet. And I
 can thank you without
 strings. All these befores
 that get drilled on long
 after, its all just leverage
 when you're sure that its
 over. The street goes blurry like a movie that you saw
 once. Minutes freeze but you
 can't collect the corners
 still. She used to whisper
 your name like a refrain, and
 when she held you, you know
 you felt safer, but your
 demons are fucking huge you
 stack your deck to lose. You
 say theres nothing you can do
 well we all know you're
 lying, friends and go betweens sing like canaries
 crushed in spring, this is
 the thanks you get. You get
 what you put in, I guess
 that's bullshit in the end,
 written under fluorescent
 lights, that replace the sun
 at night.