No Faith Gone (Cut to Chase) [the rest]
...then I would have never found out who won the election
I would never have known your middle name
I would never be able to wipe the sleep from my eyes
And you would never know why
If I were to walk through the sand and run into a wall
If I were to smash my skull into tiny bits
If I were to die in my sleep before I finished this poem
Or get lost in a straight-jacket that didn’t even fit
Then I would never need lotion for my ashy feet
I would never have to think of you again
I would never have completed this run-on sentence
And you would have never known why
The Ultimatum?...yeah alright
You steadily ignite the sting in my cheek
As soon as the redness begins to fade
You rekindle the coals with the palm of your hand
Love me My Pet…love my every moan
You will love me only if I cater to your spills?
But my cup runneth over too…what can you do about that?
Can you cater to mine?...can you dance the dance?
Will you play the song that I long to hear?
Your needs seem to cause no dilemma to me
My hand…my mouth…my toe…my tongue
But would you be willing…or shall I say, able
To play my song the way I want to hear it?
It won’t be a problem even if you aren’t musically inclined
Just so long as you are able to carry a note or two…or three
Maybe it’s just me…but if you carry my notes
Then believe, Baby, I will carry yours.