Clocks & Mirrors

Quiet as a blink Painful as a pinky in a pencil sharpener Like staring at the sun So much beauty that it burns Standing in the living room Every single light inside the house is off Yawning at the crack of noon Constantly exhausted Is this what you meant by story The question was purely rhetorical Rested, passive-aggressive A month walk to the moon And the carnie of it all With a list of surprises Clocks and mirrors Cried in the car on the phone In a parking lot somewhere After playing bloody knuckles Eating Olga's apple-bread I'd trade a decade in Angola For a peach whiskey porch in Vidalia Eating boudin balls Anything north of Natchitoches is Arkansas Is this what you meant by story The question was purely rhetorical Rested, passive-aggressive A month walk to the moon And the carnie of it all With a list of surprises Clocks and mirrors Nice having somewhere to be When you've got nowhere to go Nice having somewhere to go When you've got nowhere to be Old wine in a new bottle is just Someone else's puzzle piece What was here before There was not a single thing Is this what you meant by story The question was purely, purely Rested, passive-aggressive A month walk to the moon And the carnie of it all With a list of surprises Clocks and mirrors Surprises Clocks and mirrors