Victory Theme

Cold morning by the woods and a hangover blue sky
My brother was with me.
We walked in silence and still your name was on my lips
The crunch of leaves saying everything I wasn’t,
He turned to me, knowing what was on my mind, and said “You are looking only at yourself.”
He’s right. The memory of your face is a mirror,

so I was in love with my reflection.
Were you in love with yours?
I exhale, trying to remove this truth.
I inhale, bringing this sober chill inside.
I exhale, and my eyes met his,
“You can only see your breath when it is cold. What does that mean?”
His eyes remind me of my own.

The exploding airship approaches!
You’ve got my attention, ex-girlfriend.
Blaze up in your own fire, you beautiful Hindenburg.
If you come home we’ll get drunk and fuck like we still love each other,
then I’ll lie, you’ll turn icy, I’ll drive you home stoned and silent,
and you’ll have won. You always win. You always will.

gun parade, remain at war, blow up houses
shoot me if you’ve got the bullets,
otherwise drop out, because those who can’t, teach.
2nd chances not available?
I explode; our fate remains what it is.
Motivation, to move.

The enemy airship reappears, your morning motivation
open fire, guns burning, our performance piece
to want balance, the desire of, the failure of
a military masquerade, this situation is on parade and I’m closing the book.
the ending, this is, stop, moving on. History of Love - next chapter please.