I Guess We Lost

Lists of swinging fists nobody saw
That were slicing through air at the foot of a stair of a bar
Make beds of busted heads pillowed and puffed
In some quiet and cordoned emergency ward they left us
So we always demurred with an ill-advised word
From some enemy's ill-equipped tongue
Sizzled and burned at our backs so we learned to dodge.

I guess we lost.

Staring down the cliffs with my crew-cut
I had turned twenty-three and believed I was dangerous
Lists of swinging hips down in the clubs
They were holding their swerve, I am perfectly sure, for us.

And a photograph says what a photograph is
Holy shit were our faces so young
All pissed and thin-lipped as we tippled and tripped, it was fun.

Guess we're done.

Lies and flying flies sapping our blood
We fall down, sliding down, slipping, slamming the ground 'cause we're fucked
So I went down to the mystic
All head-ached and heart-sick in line with the beggars and bums
Paid his price and he slurred "My advice is to turn and to run".

Well, I guess we're dumb.

So it's just gather around, partygoers
That's if you're still living,
And not wasted, washed-up, watered down and not dead or death-wishing
Those trumpets won't blow
The professional driver got lost
And all of those ruler and priests
From the highest to least have been lined up and shot.

How I prayed and I hoped it would lead to some moment when all of it just flew apart
How I wished and I schemed it, from whisper to scream
How I wanted to just hold your heart
In the palm of my hand and just watch as it slows and it stops.

Call the cops
We're star-crossed
We've gone numb
Well, it was fun
Well, I guess we lost
I guess we're done.