Eyes shut in the hopeless attempt to drown your voice out
La la la – I don’t even know you
Sleeping, dreaming, for a hundred years or more
Piles of waste in a land of irises and bumblebees
Bombs dropping on innocent freshmen
No one is moving or even screaming
I don’t want to stay in love with you
Or at home with mindless robots
Jazz hands confuse me
And all of the dogs are barking at unknown accents
Sorry, I don’t know what the “Fifth” is
Up here, I see the world
Miserable and teeming with impertinence
Coffee steadies me
Then I hear the sound of my name
Do I know you?

