Out of Hiding

How can, how can, how can you make routine slide?
How can the safest course wind up and collide with
The epitome of instability
The full amount of one man’s humility
A dual standoff with my disability

Does it – does it make you happy
To see me?
Does it – I mean, does it – do you -- do you remember me?
Of course you don’t, of course, of course, how could you ever have known
What we did before?
And what we’ll do again . . .

Behind my closed eyes, will she know?
A lack of surprise or virginize apropos
Make sure that the surface doesn’t know the answer
Plant it deep
Throw away intuition, slowly squeeze it out
Naturally

Store it away, store it away, make a tow line to thwart a stray
Store it away, store it away, make a tow line to thwart a stray

I never saw her coming back

I knew what I was
Not what I am anymore
She claimed all I kept residing
Inside out of hiding

The masks over our heads manufactured by hand
A rare hermit laden with a leper’s skin
Passed off by tainted molded plastic sin
Shaped like a grin
Left to the script, and left to the basics
We’ve been here before
She winks off formalities and sheds décor
Down to the floor
We make love with an echo beside us
We make love that we both hear
We make love with a hidden agenda
Clutching skin with smiles most sincere

I’ve felt love before
Not what I felt inside her
She turned on the novel parts
And soldered our two hearts

How could I have known?!
How could I have known?!

Uhh . . . uhhh . . .
A-ah, a-ah, a-ah, a-ah, aa-hahh x4

I never saw her coming back to me
Everybody in the past always ceased to be
In bed with the dead, what have I become?
In bed with the dead, in bed, oh god!

I knew what I was (what have I become?)
Not what I am anymore (what have I become?)
She claimed all I had residing (what have I become?)
Inside out of hiding

Does it – does this make you happy
Have you felt this before? Oh god, in heaven
The -- the only thing to keep it inside
Is to keep going for more