Things happen little chameleon Hold you harmless and indemnify It’s a big surprise: Odd wounds from even burns gradually heal over Is it death has to die before death can take over? Penned down by a history whose spine I can’t define Attempting to bend a circle from a line Under the forest talk seduce the curve Twice maching the solstice line We belong to a different place Throwing pictures out of moving windows Can’t take the place of murder Like a new hairstyle can’t beat The all-american suicide And I’ve tried them all You know it’s a goddamn lie But still I love to say I’ve tried them all I don’t know why But where was I in the crooks of those pivotal times? When young women ran from rapists with one shoe In the middle of the night down south Kedzie avenue? When people needed a ride where was i? I may remain one of the larger crooks of those pivotal times Still I may remain Penned down by a history whose spine I can’t define Attempting to bend a circle from a line Under the forest talk seducing curves Thrice maching the solstice line We belong to a different place And I’m poring over All the things you never said And all the things you’re never saying still We belong to a better place Under the forest talk seduce the curve Once maching the solstice line We all get to the same place