They tell us to trust in God, the nation, and the good of all mankind
But I'm smart enough to understand trust is something earned.
The same way we rack up points for all those store cards.
It takes ten times the spending to give you the rewards,
And suddenly you need to work back up to it.
All the money, the time, the gas, the memorization of pulling out the card to scan.
You make it a habit. You make it your day.
Then you spend it frivolously until you become a diamond gold member of a
Club that will never truly exist.
Some say it's a blind tightrope session, like parachuting from sky high.
You take the classes, you show up on time.
It's a conscious effort on your part and the milage on your heart has hit millions.
So you fall into someone's sky and trust the quality of what they've given you.
You fall and you feel alive
Or you land on the ground as nothing more than a red splatter of paint on their canvas
Mixing with various other shades of red.
If you tightrope walk it, you don't know what the fuck you're doing.
You're blind and unbalanced. You've never walked straight in your life.
But you try your best as the cords cut into your feet.
You do it because you can't wait for what lies just across the trench.
Strangely enough, there's none of that with us.
It started out clean and empty, so I saw no reason to hide a thing.
You saw no reason to make me feel we needed any intermission.
So we tied our tightropes to each other's pinkies.
We told each other to never close our eyes and never romanticize
The behaviors of the other. I will always love you and you will always love me.
So I give you everything in my store for free,
partnering in order to keep our life an endless loop of benefits.
We don't parachute unless it's under covers thrown high
On a bed shared between two people who don't need to the world's waiting period.