Heels
They were waiting for me
Their heels in the fields
Sipping air jittery like coffee
No nonsense, just being honest
Wires to cut, cables to plug
Waiting for me, grave’s already been dug
Chant a song, buy a few
Not alcohol, not drugs, just some perfume
Knees getting cold, heads hot from desire
Cue it shut it zip it for hire
When they ask for my name they search for disease
Drain the oceans, scorch the trees
Nobody said it would be easy
Nobody said it would be wrong
I’ve been out here weeding all day long
That ain’t gonna stop em
That’s not what I came for
Seeing you is the only thing left behind the door
If only I could find the keys
Those heels, they’ve walked away from me
Waiting by my grave
I’m surrounded by debris
Soil turned over
Knees getting sold
They keep useful
There’s no sense in growing old
Just stop, listen to my voice
Before they cut the wire
Before they plug you in, heed my last desire
They’ll douse you in perfume
Call after you, burn you, shut you up
Remember you’re not the disease
You’re not the disease,
And neither was I.
There is night, you won’t see it
There is light, you won’t feel it
You can’t be a disease, but you can be a machine
Be a machine and you won’t be unclean
Won’t have a grave, won’t cause a scene
Waiting for me to die, because you’re the future
Nothing to fry, nothing to nurture
Just listen to my voice
Remember me
I’m the oceans, I’m the trees
The thirst goes before me
The shade goes after me
You won’t understand this
But I can’t give you a kiss
So it’s this message and an adieu
So sweet you’re the dawn and the dew.