Marbles

Her hair cut, she looked pudgy and made-up

In that dress growing ever tighter

We were saddened the lengths she had gone to

To appear more attractive

In the process losing something

We never knew but still missed

You knew you were lost as soon as you saw her

You saw your life as a series of complicated dance steps

Impossible to learn, they had to come naturally

Together you squirmed and wriggled

And I could only jerk along behind

They're going to hurt you

They always will

She was now with me inside of you

And I could only stare wide-eyed

As everything closed in around the three of us

Things you never saw, talking of the power in rescue

The blood rushing through our bodies

And it was good

They're going to hurt you

They always will

She opened the door with face bruised and swollen

Before we knew, pushed, falling down curved stairs

Our message lost and our plans forgotten

Surrounded by men in suits and black shiny shoes

Moving in, kicking, stamping

Blank expressionless faces

A handful of marbles thrown at a dustbin

Then release, then release

They're going to hurt you

They always will

Being a Northern town, there was an amazing road of stepping stones arraying the southern slope

I got out in the last few seconds of consciousness

Looking for those junctions, for the one day, and then those distant ocean plains, close to the bay of a desert island

I saw you in a tin bath, red water

The ones who'd been to the washing room to do their laundry wanted to see the mysterious tarn

I never believed in you, or what you pretended to stand for

But wouldn't actually want to see the ship wrecked

I just had to go

They gained