marbles

• her haircut, she looked what she'd made her
  
  in that dress growing ever tighter
  it was saddening the lengths she had gone to
  to appear more attractive
  in the process losing something
  we never knew but still missed
  
  you knew you were lost as soon as you saw her
  you saw your life as a series of complicated dance steps
  impossible to learn, they had to come naturally
  together you squirmed and wriggled
  and i could only jerk along behind
  
  chorus:
  
  they're going to hurt you
  
  they always will
  
  she is now with me, inside of you
  and i could only stare wide-eyed
  as everything closed in around the three of us
  things you never saw, talking of the power and rescue
  
  that were rushing through our body
  
  and it's good
  
  chorus
  
  she opened the door his face bruised and swollen
  before he knew, pushed, falling down curved stairs
  our message lost and our plans forgotten
  surrounded by men in suits, and black shiny shoes
  moving in, kicking, stamping
  bland expressionless faces
  a handful of marbles thrown in a dustbin
  memories, memories (??)
  
  chorus
  
  in a northern town there were amazing rows of
  standing stones arranged on the southern slope
  they got out in the last few seconds of consciousness
  look for their inscriptions one day,
  the most distant ocean plains,
  those who make the desert island
  i saw you in a tin bath in red water
  were the ones who went to washington to do their laundry
  they wanted to see the mysterious hurricane
  i never believed in new york,
  or where you intended to stand
  but we don't actually want to see the shipwrecked
  i just had to go
  they came