Time butcher
Words by Bryon Bowers
The butcher of time
woke up
next to you
light peeking’ through
curtains drawn
Pouncing on your every ounce
you were a swift kick to my head
always starting with a happy thrill
then ending with a goodbye dread
why did you have to crawl into this head
wasn’t there another one more spacious
with a working revolving door
for your hello smiles
and those goodbye eyes
[chorus]
fig newtons
overpriced miniwines
carried us through
to the other side
all night on the carrossell
with the road runner herself….
with her smiling hellos
and her goodbye eyes
I know I invited you in
but you overstayed your welcome
then you left too soon
I am the anvil in your cartoon
the endless tunnel painted on the mountain side
I'm good at hellos
You’re shitty at goodbyes
how about next time I say hello
Instead of that smile…
you show me those goodbye eyes…
[chorus]
fig newtons
overpriced miniwines
carried us through
to the other side
all night on the carrossell
with the road runner herself….
with her smiling hellos
and her goodbye eyes
moment in time
frozen on a slab
cut up
dissected
by me
the butcher of time
here for his pound of flesh
what could I have done?
what more could I have been?
should I have spoken less?
and kept it all in
been a stoic
let my romantic ideals lay dormant
in my childish mind
should have played it cool
could have lasted forever maybe…
the butcher of time is dumb and cruel
and should go back into his time cage
he should disappear from the world
or at least lighten up a bit…
loosen up his chain…
eat some gummies and take a nap…
[chorus]
fig newtons
overpriced miniwines
carried us through
to the other side
all night on the carrossell
with the road runner herself….
with her smiling hellos
and her goodbye eyes