Album: Breathing Without A Pulse
Artist: The Blend
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released December 6, 2011
I
told her I wanna feel the gravity against my shoulders
Enough
to leave a footprint on the street corner
I
want my old heart stitched in over the old scars
And
wage war with the night until the streetlights go dark
Came
to a quick death from a slow start
Once
my mornin’ sun, now my old spark
Somehow
we still connect ‘cos I guess she’s knows me best
Not
‘cos she’s from Minneapolis or the fact that she’s my ex
Maybe
it’s because we can reinvent what’s left
Of
good things lost to senseless arguments
Like
our parents- Now that it’s done, it’s all fairness
Whether
or not the past is apparent
I
would call her queen, but I don’t wanna give her that upper-grip
Seein’
the coffeeshop’s the only place we co-exist
We
know the script, but improve communication
Like
free-versin’ over Thelonius and Miles Davis
She
doesn’t need the ground ‘cos she’s her own foundation
And
she holds her people down like cigarettes and conversation
As
we sit, once again, caffeinated at a table
Gazin’
aimless and unable to explain
-
Chorus
How
I’m starin’ at heaven, but I’m feelin’ like hell
Standin’
on earth under the same spell
She’s
beautiful as the Boston Commons
Can’t
ya tell, can’t ya tell
Queen
without a crowd and she’s queen without
And
when she leaves me, she leaves me without
Beautiful
as she is honest
Can’t
ya tell, can’t ya tell
-
It
was a good lookin’ guy with a good lookin’ gal
Walkin’
down the street singin’ “Can’t Ya Tell”
They
hold together like this moment almost never came
And
coulda swore that they would first wither and fade
Together
again, and not because it’s usual
But
because it feels like they’re swing dancin’ to a musical
With
traffic so immovable it’s singin’ in the streets
And
homeless hands on drums somehow supply the beat
And
they’re happy- and maybe that’s all you really need
Along
with groceries, house keys, bicycles and coffee
Anything
to keep you movin’ through this Rubic’s Cube
Like
watchin’ these two give words commute with undisputable truth
She
tells him when I look at you I wanna carve your name in my skin
So
when I lose my mind, I’ll never forget
Y’see
both her parents are schizophrenic
And
in the natural selection of genetics, she’s next to get it
So
as the chemicals in her brain begin to twist
The
subtle details of reality, her brain begins to miss
Her
pragmatic castle shattered broken
Fragments
of rational thought float in an ocean of serotonin
Like
scattered branches skatin’ the surface of Lake Huron
Retracin’
a path against the current of neurons
Dismembered
memories of how she once held him
Standin’
like a tree beneath her cerebellum
And
crazy goes hand-in-hand with “I love you”
They
don’t take sane for granted because taking leads to trouble
They
breathe with ease and pace like a city breeze
If
they can handle schizophrenia then I can handle coffee
And
now my heart’s offbeat from the music outside
She’s
shootin’ me down with those brown eyes
Had
no clue I was fallin’ ‘til ya cut me
There’s
nothin’ left, but to smile and just breathe
Chorus
She
doesn’t have a cuss jar, she has a bottle of Jack
And
she can walkaway from a car wreck and not look back
They
call her crazy because they’re afraid of her confidence
And
she never says maybe ‘cos she’d rather move on with it
Her
lawlessness is her common sense
Gravity
gets lost when her sanity walks off the cliff
And
I’ve been to the bottom with her
She
sacrificed her mind climbin’ out instead’a me havin’ to help to lift her
Break-ups
aren’t convenient as relationships
And
she’s mastered the art of not taken shit
Weathered
by disappointments and bad boyfriends
She
bends for no one, her back is jointless
And
her spine, like the pillar of the Ottoman Empire
Can
split a smile while her eyes set fire
An
uncommon goddess, unattainable as the wind
Speaks
her words like a promise, not a thang to gain or give
Wields
her fists like bricks, gunshots don’t make her flinch
Eyes
that hath no end, I never know where to begin
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