You were lying on your back in bed
With tears rolling into your ears
I was lying beside you inside of your head
As I had been doing all year
There were demons in your closet
Pulling fabric from your skirts
Putting bombs inside your pockets
While you deafened yourself, inert
You were grasping in vain at straws, my love
Shreds of intellectual dignity
In bed you gazed at those above
Composed your silly silent symphony
You were trying harder than you were before
Or trying to think about trying to try
But a one-woman show is so easy to score
And it felt so poetic to lie there and cry
Your thoughts?
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