Finchley Central
Sitting at night watching subways leave the stations
You said that Apollo wanted me to stay
So on your commandment, I sat in dull elation
If your rule is divine, I guess I feel okay
Like a lighthouse, I sit, watch the boats coast the waters
Drifting along the shallow bay
You tell me to dive, and who am I to falter?
Your hellish words will guide me away
You were a siren's song I listened to like a lullaby
Comfortably drowning under my little raft
From under the bench to the rail, I sit, I sigh
Hear the horn, I guess I have to laugh
Flattened into nothing more than dead air, your love is fading
I stand and deliver myself away from further grace
How does it feel now? I'm no longer wading
Now floating my way past the gates
Carefully removing the tapestries hung along my mind's wall
You were woven in through every word I wrote
Wedged in the hippocampus for four prior falls
Dislodged, i'm no longer your scapegoat
Putting your bitter memory to rest because i've finally lost the game
May your salvation come quick, clean, and thorough
May the purifying light not too badly hurt your prying eyes
And may your grave not be too deep a hole to burrow