take down the banners
take down the balloons
do not bother with the vote
the end is coming is soon

don’t want to go home
change the locks
let’s stay here
ignore the rain

eight years since i last saw their face
i remember when they had nowhere to live
and they stayed at my place

should i just accept my lot
should i just take what i’ve got
and leave aspirations
to those that aspire

was you there for maria –
when she left me
i was hungry but much clearer
it was a right of passage

identity stolen
memories invade
on the road, overtaken
told that i must talk

take off your duffel coat
and come in from the cold
there is not a deepest level
that no one has not yet seen

i am not you and you are not me
i remember what you said,
that you knew me better –
than my closest friends

there is something quite strange
about someone who cannot add
someone who does not add up
there is something quite strange

to see that the judge was self appointed
i was concerned,
to see that their belly fire was self righteous