Other Men Follow

Kick them in the skyline
Slap them into place
The cards are all marked here
For miles around the hearts are breaking
Falling off the trees
Gonna have to pay some boy to pick them up
and tie them to the docks and cradle them to sleep in this wind
I wouldn’t
Wake up on the porch
Swimming from the heat
Gonna have to face up now
Stand up and cut out the paper man
I wouldn’t know why you’d do that, why you’d face it or if it’s possible
Somewhere overseas a blank omen
Unlocks the bad man
A torrid voice
A malady
Unable to hear itself and its alarming noise
A lack of choice
Embarrassed to be the center of it
Oh, can you bear this?
On the set
Unaware
Un-asleep
I know…wrong, but you can’t see that and I can’t tell you