Witch Pope
The God Awful Small Affairs
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He's named after a book he's never read He carries a copy around in his back pocket To startle strangers out of thoughts that they've left unsaid For a starter For a conversation He likes to measure my goodness in musicians that are dead He talks of hard times as fanciful yet he's never used cardboard for insulation I have I have I have I have When I first met him with his belt and his shoes cinched tight Swear to god I did not want his attention Sat across from him at tables and said don't you look my way Others might see you as on the level but I sense your thirst for ascension With a single light bulb haloed over his head In crowded basements he said Competition has no place In love I thought Is this the sentiment I've been fighting off? And now he's Playing poker with the same cards I'm reading the future He says 'ante up'' I say 'we're running out of time' I search for sage to cleanse lay it down Confused he says ' you know this isn't money so it means that you don't win' And while multitasking setting fires I want to curse him for being blind Because He's a magician and I'm a witch pope I'm cerebral into stasis And he's confused by every line I'm lonely in this balance But he's too busy climbing ladders he's made in his mind Said those ladders that you're climbing are just in your mind You saw me as a door Now all I see is a tar pit He says ' what do you think about next year central heating and air and carpet?' But I'm miles away thinking about what god whispered yesterday It's hard to hear magic in the city It's hard to hear magic in the city It's hard to hear magic in the city There's no place for competition in love There's no place for competition in love He's a magician and I'm a witch pope I'm cerebral into stasis And he's confused by every line It's hard to hear magic in the I'm lonely in this balance But he's too busy climbing ladders he's made in his mind There's no place for competition in love Those ladders that you're climbing are just in your mind You saw me as a door I'm sorry I became a tar pit As the lighting fades on the archetypal face cards we play the truth begins to sharpen That it's hard to hear magic in the city And competition has no place in love Maybe it was too hard to be magic in a city But was it really just my magic that you were dreaming of?
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