The Vanishing Act
Elliott Green
After the lights go down
After the deafening sound
Outside, an invitation you know I'd decline
Always looking for somewhere to hide
In canvases, oh the sterile white
I wish I could be honest
Or even be nice
Do you hear me when I talk to you?
Do you just hear the parts that you want to?
Throwing my voice, an expert in disappearing
I guess that it's nice to be good at something
When I walk through windows
The contents of my skull
Painting the concretе a violent red
Do I get to float through thе ceiling?
Dissolve into particles?
Or do I float around watching my friends?
Could I start over? Beginning to end
One more chance to make all the same mistakes again