We*rdos

Gentle like a giant.
Machine gun snare drum quiet,
don't you make a move.
Nobody's selling out these old rooms.
Nobody cares like we do,
for these sacred places of our own.

All us weirdos and amateur
steganographers, waxing so political.
Beneath the freezing air we stir,
like fragile stars colliding.
Each coming in and out of being,
to offer up its hymn for her.

We stumble all the way home.
Your apartment's closer than mine.
We talk of making changes,
of the evolution of a life.
Can't ever seem to leave, us two.
Why can't we make up our minds?

(Because despite our loathing,
we cling to these division lines.)

Because we've always been this place.
Because we've always been here.
Because long after they've forgotten all our names,
we'll still be howling through these plains.
Shine on, aurora,
no one seems to notice any more.

How many degrees it dips below,
or people do you know from GC?
Winnipeg can kill you, so
we plan our changes in degrees.
As cautiously, you slip out
to warm the car before we leave.

Because we've always been here.
Because we've always been here.
Because we've always been here.
Because we've always been here.

 


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