I have to wonder, how many boys get to view your tattoos,
how many colors does your ink come in?
If the corner of your lips quivers, will there be an earthquake in India
or a child born out of wedlock?
The game’s been played and all we have left are the rules
One don’t speak
Two don’t think
Three don’t feel
In the end, don’t look back, for these pillars of salt are all that’s holding us up
And should you crumble
You’ll take the entire goddamn house with you