I'll Be: De-Evolutioned

it is absolutely terrifying what feelings certain songs can evoke within you. things we thought were long gone in the dirt come crawling back out, and we've got no control over it. i've said it before and i'll say it again, aside from increased cranial capacity and shifts in mastication, we haven't come that far at all. edwin mccain starts screaming at me through the beast's radio, i swerve off the road and slap the round radio knobs, but it's too late. i'm already kidnapped, taken back to a time i'd rather not be, a time i'd do anything to have back, a time i'm in now and a time i never knew.

[go on just say it: you need me like a bad habit. ]

back to ambiguity: i see a meteorite strike a neighboring farm and i now have justified means to contact you in the dead of night. our walk is warranted, our meeting acceptable, and you come up behind me in a stranger's lawn and by the light of the moon we tell ourselves that this is a healthy relationship that we've got going on. a bush protects us from the street, nothing but dumb luck protecting us from the owner's house, when we're done we walk home and you preach to me again about how everything is a fucking mess and we can't see each other ever again, and (approaching clarity) i want you to know that there was a time when i would have done anything for you.


i didn't set out to write about shooting stars this afternoon,
but that's what a stupid song can do to us.
we can conquer plagues and destroy mountains with our bare hands,
but all it takes is a text,
a flash in the sky, a song,
and i'm back to nothing.