Duet

The Airborne Toxic Event

The Airborne Toxic Event - Duet

I spent so many evenings in my head
I’d lie alone on an unmade bed
Counting the minutes like numbered clocks
Should I call, should I write, should I read, should I stop?

I’m a child, I’m a ghost, I’m a slur, I’m a boast
I’m a prince, I’m a king, I’m a rhyme, I’m a ring
I’m unable to sleep, I’m unable to sing
I’m a desperate and lonely, frightened, unholy thing