Emma cries as she takes deep breaths in the dead of night
"I don't know why i try so hard to be in tune with everything"
Paces 'round the room where senators sing
The cathedral lights over golden arches open nights
A Magritte tableau of complementary colors fading away
Blues and pinks and yellows muted in grey
When you decide to go
Going nowhere with nobody around
Do you remember the last time we sat on a park bench in 2016
What does it mean when you decide to go
You memorize every stitch that formed your bed of lies
As you sit there, threadbare, tearing at the seams that lulled you to sleep
Monuments, museums, nothing to keep
When you decide to go, and everybody knows
But they don't see the shrapnel in your bedsheets
Eager captors in your head since 2016
7/11, negative four
Ready and able to settle the score
Better to bury the best of before
See you again when you're ready for more