All this time we were fighting the wrong side. We were fighting with our hands over our eyes. Circling joyful marauders we throw our arms up we cast our sights off. What was it that we were looking after anyways? What do you care? What do we care? Another sure shot rings out. Pry back my lips til my teeth shine like shattered glass. Unclench my fists and take a good look in the mirror. Is this what it feels like? Is this what you feel like? It’s a tough life but with nice light and a pink cheek - can you explain? With the banal GO GET HAPPY close devouring WASH THE BLUES OUT tender urgency of other peoples’ days and the lasting GO GET HAPPY understandable WASH THE BLUES OUT wish in blood and guts and sweat for another way that’s not another way.