Strings

Strings
Written By: Jonny Johnson

I woke up from that world to see
A string of objects float in front of me

A terrifying beauty has amassed
No escape, everyone's trashed
Vomit wanders cobblestoned streets
Kids talk to bushes that speak

The eye in the sky breeds new love
And I'm sick of it spilling things I pick up
Lazy Susan brings 'em round
Shimmering tokens in wedding gowns
Bring the papers, pray divorce
I got the herd without the horse

He or she or it or what
Couldn't get closer, it's tied to me
Find the scissors make a cut
The more I run the more tangles tug

We know more, but the cloud above
Offers a storm of reduced complexity
Get stung, be bit
Romantic bug's infectious
Come and play with its tyranny

I woke up from that world to see
A string of objects float in front of me

I've fallen in and can't get out
See the story? You're in it now
Got open hearts, closed doors
Knick knacks, bus tours
Gawk at glass towers
Ain't seen Miss French
Gone to get Death his flowers

Networks close with no forgiveness
Sudden snaps transform minutes
I seen it once, I said it nice
I saw it again, I said it nice
I know the count, you ain't getting away
I tune to how you behave

A dizzying loop for each time you act
Each choice grows more abstract
Sidewalks slip beneath the feet
Mountains collect forgotten things
Ships set sail on dried up seas
Desert winds find their breeze

Everybody's running round
Lines are handy, but noone's bound
A lifetime spent chasin' clues
Hang the reds, keep the blues

You just left but you're still here
I won't try, you'll disappear
Static rings in silent ears
The distant sounds are so near

Nowness quacks around my sleep
The past slips out the sheets
The future buzzes in my dreams
I guess I'm up permanently