I’m pulling red lace up boots over a spandex jumpsuit
Spangled with stars
Blue like the ocean and red as the blood spurting from an arterial bleed
Spangled with stars
Blue like the ocean and red as the blood spurting from an arterial bleed
I’m taking the kids, your kids, and you
Trick or treating
Because it’s the right thing to do
Because it would be criminal not to
Trick or treating
Because it’s the right thing to do
Because it would be criminal not to
I pull your anxious heart together and dress it in a ninja suit
We take family pictures and only the kids smile
We go
With families, with friends
We go and pretend to belong
I’m hurting the whole time
I can’t tell if you are too but I reach out for solace and find none
It’s 8pm, the magical hour of too late
The time when all the emotionally unavailable people go home
And I realize it’s over with a start before it ends, before I end it
Thinking it’s all in the name of saving you, of saving them
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