The Bright Side

I feel you swimming in my blood
If I opened my wrists, you would be the flood
It’s well past the witching hour
When all that is sweet turns suddenly sour

When you go away I learn how to detach
I listen to records until they are scratched

When you make me mad I don’t go atomic
I pick up a book or I read my comics

There are plenty of things for me to do
When you’re going through what you go through
I can play the kazoo or learn kung fu
Fly somewhere cool and get a tattoo
There are tons of theories I buy into
And all sorts of cracks that I fall through
There’s a haunting sense of déjà vu
When things aren’t going so well for you

I have a plan for every time this ends
I go to the movies with all my good friends

I had a dream for promises you can’t keep
I toss and I turn but I catch up on sleep

There are plenty of things for me to be
When you’re off sailing the deadliest of seas
I can be artsy or even somewhat pretty
I can break even or win the lottery
There’s tons of hope for a love amputee
Even those burned to the third degree
There’s a broken lock with a skeleton key
With the right magic words, doors open for me

I go walking into the dark
While you’re off wrestling demons and bad word sharks
It’s too late for me to turn back
I curtsy and bow as your world fades to pitch black