Please Don't Cry, They Stopped Hours Ago

Placed behind door number 3

I lay shaking, will he pick me?

Don't be alarmed or misinterpret

For it's his anonymity that put me here

I should decide whether it's

The dopamine or someone hitting "refresh" on my

Spinal chord is aching as if the earth

Like me, been shaking, shaken up

Door number 3 has opened up

And like that, the world pounces on the knobs of one and two

"If we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?"

They chant

Their song sending shivers up and down, around my

Spinal chord is aching as if the earth

Like me, been shaking, shaken

Up and into the place we know will give the

Verdict, then finding that there's something in the

Something in the

Something in the water

But I can't seem to put my glass down

Maybe because soon I'll be inside

Drowning in it's confines

Pounding on the glass, like I were five

I can't remember what it was I felt

Or heard, or saw, or touched after hearing the word "hello"

Dancing figures intimate, I know

But there was more involved that made me believe

That there were two of them and only one of me

It gets harder to see them as the water rises, as I criticize it

It's his eye

It fills the glass

It's all that I could ask for

He is drowning in the same room as me

And it's the very thing that makes me believe

That there are two of him and only one of me

Let me bathe amidst my ignorance, ignorance

As if I were asleep

As if I were asleep