I like you better drunk
because your mother’s wrapping comes undone
and the lines from the book zoom out of focus.
You stop looking around for someone
to notice that you’re having fun- so, it’s really not as boring.
I know why your shoulders droop
between the laughter and that you
hear the silence in the sky in secret moments.
But, the wine makes it easier
to drown that damn quietness and forget what you know better.
So drink away Laila,
you’re better off drunk sweetheart,
because then you can blame all the questions on wine;
and on the fact that this particular one was
actually really nice.
You swore that it was all about
bringing there poor people around
to the idea of love, peace and the rest…
But, we’re both old enough to know that only dust is really pure
and that money is what religion makes the best.
Yes, it’s easier to hand your pearl away
to something that you learn to live,
because your mother said it is the case.
Hey, after all, family is everything,
the one thing you should never ditch, right?
Right. Drink some more wine.
Inheritance is a funny thing;
it gives you a person to exist in
and comes funded with a legacy
that you can hold up as high as a head.
Maybe, just maybe,
the price of your pearl is worth it,
money can never scare you and dust can never touch you-
it’s a pretty sweet place to call home.
I want to buy a sunset;
you want to rent a whirlwind;
so, whether I’m right or wrong,
and justice lives in the sky or not,
we’re all set for tears and dusty bones.
So I won’t stop looking,
and you shouldn’t stop drinking,
because whirlwinds or sunsets, don’t come cheap.
You know, Laila