she likes you

[jikan myshkin]

She likes the way you look
black glasses and coat
she digs the way you walk across the floor
she summons you to her room
but you're so polite and shy you say 'maybe sometime soon'
but she's already moved on and you're left with a waning moon
you call for the doctor but he's been called away
so you walk to his wife's house looking for a place to stay
but she also is kind and sends you on your way
so you stroll back along looking for some play

now Shakespeare is available
kids belt out bad prose
angels are available
but are put off by your bad prose
and standing on every corner
is the postman selling the letters to you
that I wrote
that everything is changing
and my post keeps getting stolen

people on the road of destruction
shout abuse at you
unable to get over
the person they wish they were too
and it must be awfully flattering to hear him say your name too
but the holy orders are scotch
and there's nothing left to do

Jesus and Myshkin discus who was treated worse
one says he and the other, anyone but her
so they loose themselves in the plot that you wrote
when you were five
and there is now a fine line between those dead and alive

the mind wasn't tamed, something had to give
and when it broke and fell you tumbled through the sieve
and when there was nothing left to forget or forgive
you told me all this must come to an end
not a single word after this