a song—alternative/indie—key of E
the seven and the ten
a one-eyed jack makes sympathy
for the joker's mindless sin
i count them up, i sort them out,
and there's only forty-nine
the ace of diamonds whips about
with not motion and no prime
it's all a self-loathed fantasy
as desires wilt away
our terrors underneath the gleam
of sunlight's chilling flame
the moon and phase lie underscored
as tides remain the same
her green eyes down, her hands adored
when she signs her father's name
a needle and thread, a pumpkin head,
a feline cabaret
our daily bread, an iron bed,
the moonlight in the day
it's all a self-loathed fantasy
as desires wilt away
our terrors underneath the gleam
of sunlight's chilling flame
a little girl in a white dress
sings as she falls asleep
a little boy leaves a big mess
as father's image broods and steeps
an open book, a tired eye
a modern way to die
with colored pens and marker highs
it's something we could try
our way to think, our way to dream
our little secret sign
out terrors in the solar gleam
i think that we're just fine
it's all a self-loathed fantasy
as desires wilt away
our terrors underneath the gleam
of sunlight's chilling flame
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