estate

I'm teetering
between saints and false gods
held up by
a reckless desire
for balance
and I stay here
on the edge of a razor
drying
words
that I laid out today
and will never say

Can’t you feel that
I tremble while I sing
hiding
this silly joy
when you look at me

Can’t you feel that
I tremble while I sing
it’s a sign
of a summer that
I wish could never end

Teetering
between all my wishes
I no longer feel
that reckless desire
for balance
that leaves me here
on the edge of a razor
drawing
somersaults
that in mid-air
I’ll never do

Can’t you feel that
I tremble while I sing
hiding
this silly joy
when you look at me

Can’t you feel that
I tremble while I sing
it’s a sign
of a summer that
I wish could never end

Teetering
between saints who
don’t pay up
and time passes
and you will pass
like teetering
you know
and meanwhile
time passes and you never pass

Can’t you feel that
I tremble while I sing
hiding
this silly joy
when you look at me

Can’t you feel that
I tremble while I sing
it’s a sign
of a summer that
I wish could never end