war_poetry | Josh Doyle, 'I Figured The World Out'

I Figured The World Out

They've got the van surrounded
Snipers on the roof
Coppers buzzing frantic
There's sights on me and you
A freak town in the garden depot
'Cause I can feel the grass growing
Despair blew me away
Like a leaf on an autumn morning

I get so angry at this space age
This flesh meat hit parade
This bargain bin filled to the brim
Of used up yesterdays
Weekdays under fluorescents
In our favourite office chairs
While they tear down the old building
Sucking memory from the air

Can't you see you're all I've got
All that I can't live without
While you were sleeping
I figured the world out
I figured the world out

Your father said
Keep your cards close to your mouth
Don't let 'em know you need 'em
Give yourself a way out
You were abandoned by that boy
Like a broken toy
Now you're afraid to let me love you

Can't you see your all I've got
All that I can't live without
While you were sleeping
I figured the world out
I figured the world out

And all my dreams have failed me
Like election night promises
My enemies bait me
Like a thousand doubting Thomases
I can hear the garden growing
I can hear the garden growing
So sun slips into the shadows
Rain drops tore my eyes

By Josh Doyle