By Alyssa Reid
Everybody had forks in their fists
A dinner party wind-thrown list
A nonchalant
“Don’t worry about the water rushing in”
Guess if you talk pretty, they listen
They might even respect you for playing them
As for me
I play nice because assets don’t forget
Back then was a hundred
Reasons to run
When I couldn’t remember
Any of them
You said this is where life leads you
You said
“Keep your head up,” and I believed you
Now I water fake flowers to please you
Taken me time to see
You’re nothing but formality
Guess I’ve seen too many
Glass lies washed in gasoline
In your game, queens bow to you
But checkmate, you lose
Plastic? You bet
I’ve got reasons to run
I want to believe in something—
This is nothing but a team of
Yes men,
Yes ma’am.
