Virgilian Lots

the pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill
 I'm truly not neutral, but I lost all direction
 today I woke ready to blow the bridge
 but finding you, hand over your mouth
 so instead I burn my own village down
 I'm grieving for you, my love
 and I don't understand what's going on
 just ask the twin volcanoes of (_____and _____)
 we were once stable, uh huh
 so sad I almost bury every thought of you
 before it shows its teeth
 now I amuse myself with the dubious form of Virgillian Lots
 like your neo-feminist divinations
 I'm grieving for you, my love
 and I don't understand what's going on
 all my memories were once almost sacred
 all the embarrassments to me now
 of your three things I find most shocking
 are the first is how trivial you are
 the second is my depth of my feeling
 they're the purity of our collapse
 I'm grieving for you, my love
 and I don't understand what's going on