One hand on this wily comet Take a drink just to give me some weight Some uberman I'd make I'm barely a vapor They shone a chlorine light on A host of individual sins Let's carve my aging face off Fetch us a knife Start with my eyes Down so the lines Form a grimacing smile Close your eyes to corral a virtue Is this fooling anyone else Never worked so long and hard To cement a failure We can blow on our thumbs and posture But the lonely are such delicate things The wind from a wasp could blow them Into the sea With stones on their feet Lost to the light and the loving we need Still to come The worst part and you know it There is a numbness In your heart and it's growing With burnt sage and a forest of bygones I click my heels Get the devils in line A list of things I could lay the blame on Might give me a way out But with each turn It stays front and center Like a dart stuck square in your eye Every post you can hitch your faith on Is a pie in the sky Chock full of lies A tool we devise To make sinking stones fly And still to come The worst part and you know it There is a numbness In your heart and it's growing