Life is just a backlash
of you and of me
What we did under that tree
Sliding, sulkily, stifling
you and me
windows shut by rust
eyes close, blood, shut
we got nothin'
we are nothin'
nothing is for certain
because we live with eyes half sealed
we breathe, soaked in our futility
we live to love our toil
or to hate the backlash, like whiplash
because of you and because of me
