But Who Will Save The Savior?

You were a liar and I a poet 

They’ve always seemed the same to me 

Either way we found our own simulated security 

Sometimes I’d stare through the ceiling numbed beyond the will to care 

When everything that’s normal felt too beautiful to bear

Life goes on 

as the heartache turns to healing 

apathy gives birth to feelings it itself can not destroy
but then it’s gone
and we’re fumbling and reeling

Through a fog that’s all concealing 

making life hard to enjoy

It still goes on and on and on and on

When your heart meter formed a long draw
and the nurse’s eyes met mine 

I felt my throat close up and inspiration vanish from my mind 

While walking out I pushed a father from a laughing conga line 

Pink bubble gum cigars announcing his first daughter had long at last arrived 

I made it home through wretched traffic of the coming home parade

Though it took hours. 

The news banners read the war had gone away

I passed a young girl in the stairwell 

tears were running down her face 

They’d said her father was a savior 

I guess no one thinks to save their savior once they’re safe