Pauper's Drop

It’s one small step for man
One giant leap for leper kind
You ruptured my Rapture
With that: “Wouldn’t you kindly?”
State of mind
I can’t call it adultery
Since we’re both too itchy to cheat
We tried to grow mistletoe over our belt buckles
But all we got was poison ivy
I haven’t seen the sun in six long years
I’m sorry that I dragged us both down here
I didn’t crash the bathysphere on purpose
Now there’s only enough air
For one of us to reach the surface
And if I were a betting man
I’d put it all on you
(“Would you kindly play the second verse?”) The heart wants what the heart wants
But the heart is deceitful above all things
For a seamstress you seemed stressed
Over missing the point and being caught pulling the strings
I’m green and quarantined
You’ve got a vibrating bed
I’ve got The Bends
Under the dome, alone
Grab your galoshes before the water get’s in…
I haven’t seen the sun in six long years
I’m sorry that I dragged us both down here
I didn’t crash the bathysphere on purpose
Now there’s only enough air
For one of us to reach the surface
And if I were a betting man
I’d put it all on you
I don’t mean to seem so short tempered Or bitter, a better world
Is just out of my reach
I’ve been to so many luncheons
With government truncheons
Where they shined up their shoes
Before they kicked in my teeth
I haven’t seen the sun in six long years
I’m sorry that I dragged us both down here
I didn’t crash the bathysphere on purpose
Now there’s only enough air
For one of us to reach the surface
I felt nervous when it happened
I felt forgotten, I felt drugged
You blew me a kiss and took all the oxygen
Somewhere Atlas shrugged