Do you belong to a song?

Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?

Are you drunk?

Have you been drinking?

Do you below the overpass go with a fifth in your fist

reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did?



Please don't give up, dear walls

don't let the ceiling fall

when you belong to a song, salty eyes,

You belong.



Shrill notes begin, the grim violin

then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrate the score

to which one more corpse is left quiet

How we become the hollows of drums

the rests between notes, the hollers that never reach throats

"friends" in quotes, they're not calling



Please don't give up, dear you

I'm but the sliver moon sliding through

when you belong to a song, salty eyes,

You belong.



Do please believe, however naive

let it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs

and belong, salty eyes



When you belong to a song, salty eyes,

You belong.