under her careful watch

behind her waking thoughts

when she’s had too much

feeling it’s never enough

 

after a day in the mud

fighting everyone 

sometimes just to save that soul 

she reaches for my gun 

 

where the logic breaks 

meet you in two shakes 

you don’t have to wait 

I’m already on the train 

 

where the logic breaks 

calculation’s delicate 

touching our fates 

lightly with fingertips 

 

she recites the lines 

in the back of her mind 

it almost drives her blind 

coming so close to the divine 

 

he’s pinned to her fate 

tracing her every step 

backwards through the kitchen 

into an obvious trap