coffee and apples

Do we really even know
What we want anymore
Give me peace
Give me war
Take a century to ask yourself

Stand and speak
Spread your seeds
Make me money
Make me poor
Hanging safely from the ceiling
You can see the floor
You can only fall so far
Before you can’t fall anymore

You go through all the motions
That she sent for you
Choose one and run with it
She says you
Loved her once
Send her a white dove
Through the skies of the capitals
If it were only that simple
Tape it to the wall
Like a penny for your thoughts
And accusations based
On what you think will happen
On the grounds of
Coffee and apples
Rotting down to the rind

Leave it to the other side of the pillow talk
When we both fall asleep
Yet still pretend to listen

© 2009 by Matt Bonham