Shatterproof

You drank your Sauvignon Blanc
Like some horny single mother
The floor was damp and the white was rank
And the night was split like a lip
And did you want to be at someone else’s firework display? You did
And did you want to play with someone else’s feelings in the park?

Don’t look back at me
If there’s a private joke you want to instigate, although
It won’t hurt but I’m more fickle
Than the other side of me you’ve come to know

Do you remember…What, November was it?
“If you’re my honey bear then I’m the scorpion on your back” you said
In the nostalgia reel
The truth’s decaying fast
In mercury, shooting temperature check
Have I got you back on side?
Or is it worse than I thought?
You’re a product of purposeful self-absorption
Now the caution signs are in the bar mirror
And the figure of ‘O’ is a removable label halo
And the way that she catches the light with her day glow eyes
I’m coming out of the lime
And I’m heat seeking as per
Are you there?
Are you there?