Hey look @ me
High mount your
Tight-roped trapeze
I fly away high-hoped
With the damnedest of ease
I shook away
Netted ground
‘Neath my blood-lined feet
To drip away
Like crystal over heat
Hey Ma, no hands
As I drive
Without any wheels
I whizz away…
No doubt, chased; by demons @ my heels
Y’all like to watch
As we dive
To our blood-lined deaths
And fade away
With some cold song
Hot upon last breaths
What’s the use of cryin
When you can sing
In the rain
My faux friend
What’s to gain in dyin
When pleasure brings
The sweetest pain
In the end
Hey look @ me
Cross the bridge
Blind-folded on one-leg
I fall away
Mind-blown
As you half-turn your head
I heard you say
You ain’t said
What you know you said
Nor done what you did
As I lay there…
Dying in your bed
What’s the worth of livin
When certainly you die
After all
Fine faux friend
What’s to gain in givin
When everything you try
Falls surely
In the end
Hey look @ me
High mount your
Stiff-roped trapeze
I bang away high-hoped
With the damnedest of ease
I shat away
Netted ground
‘Neath my quick heart beat
Melted away
Nothin to say
But all set to
Repeat
Hey, look @ me
Look @ me
Looking @ you
Look @ me
Boo @ you
Look @ me
Booing
You…
Hey Look @ Me: A Song for Amy
Hey look @ me
High mount your
Tight-roped trapeze
I fly away high-hoped
With the damnedest of ease
I shook away
Netted ground
‘Neath my blood-lined feet
To drip away
Like crystal over heat
Hey Ma, no hands
As I drive
Without any wheels
I whizz away…
No doubt, chased; by demons @ my heels
Y’all like to watch
As we dive
To our blood-lined deaths
And fade away
With some cold song
Hot upon last breaths
What’s the use of cryin
When you can sing
In the rain
My faux friend
What’s to gain in dyin
When pleasure brings
The sweetest pain
In the end
Hey look @ me
Cross the bridge
Blind-folded on one-leg
I fall away
Mind-blown
As you half-turn your head
I heard you say
You ain’t said
What you know you said
Nor done what you did
As I lay there…
Dying in your bed
What’s the worth of livin
When certainly you die
After all
Fine faux friend
What’s to gain in givin
When everything you try
Falls surely
In the end
Hey look @ me
High mount your
Stiff-roped trapeze
I bang away high-hoped
With the damnedest of ease
I shat away
Netted ground
‘Neath my quick heart beat
Melted away
Nothin to say
But all set to
Repeat
Hey, look @ me
Look @ me
Looking @ you
Look @ me
Boo @ you
Look @ me
Booing
You…
Dedicated to Amy Winehouse
© LB Lacey – 2011
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