Crushing the Gingersnap

And I would fall forevermore Into a slumber so gentle and tender Taking it's share and leaving no reward For the rabbits ensnared and the trappers prepared for the storm How long has it been? The motorist and the streetlamp like phantom limbs I won't be anything, quite as unreal as what I would like to be. Lydia, I feel so fucking sick all the damned time This is what we wanted but could not have expected to find All our time passing. Lydia, I know my letters never sent, the big swallow and the waning West Like the undertaker, never in jest, obedient before the sainthood and the priestess There are things that I could retrieve but I would never want to know There are things that I could retrieve but I would never want to know Afterschool, some weekdays Grandma would take Lydia and I To purchase toy or game Standing in line, across a few lanes Bullet tore through a pineapples frame Ringing through the aisles, unlike the capgun on stage Announcing the solstice or selecting it's gaze No cameraman, nor comedian To piece together these movies and their fraying ends Might not got a lot of what it takes to get along again