Pinball Screams
I listen to her strangled scream,
they pounce about through my mind,
like lights flashing, erratic, on a pinball machine
in a hazy pub off in Nowhere Carolina.
That smile tries to lie its way out,
but those blue eyes, those tortured blue eyes,
they fail to deceive.
They give her away, they blow her cover,
with such grace and such ease.
Those "No, I'm fine's"
and the "I'm only tired's"
along with many "I ate before I came's"
may fool you again,
but I know those excuses
too goddamn well.
they pounce about through my mind,
like lights flashing, erratic, on a pinball machine
in a hazy pub off in Nowhere Carolina.
That smile tries to lie its way out,
but those blue eyes, those tortured blue eyes,
they fail to deceive.
They give her away, they blow her cover,
with such grace and such ease.
Those "No, I'm fine's"
and the "I'm only tired's"
along with many "I ate before I came's"
may fool you again,
but I know those excuses
too goddamn well.
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