The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Sick Days

A temporary travesty

To get the curtains to close

Play the part honestly, perfectly

No one's supposed to be home

Sharpie tattoos

The coffee's always there

Speakers entirely way too loud

Let that name leave the air

It's all physical

Another Advil down

(I promise, it's just a headache)

Doctors swear I'm fine

I've even lost a couple pounds

(Please don't be the one to worry)

You know

The sidewalk is nothing but a shadow under the ice

And I won't go outside

Until the guitar strings name their price

A band about to break

With a paint brush pushed through the wall

The colors exit

Stage right, look, the ivy's about to fall!

You're watching through the looking glass

The makeshift lens from a rose

I'm sorry you know what I'm thinking

But I'm tired of sick days

And a story with no where to go.

Victoria xX