Nihilistic Ballerina

You don’t believe in me
I don’t believe in you
Or that sad dance you do

Wrapped in furs
Taken from my own true love
Fits you like a myopic glove

Grit your teeth
Increase your toe tap pace
Whenever you see my face

A faded tattoo’s serenade
The crowd smiles right past you
Yesterday’s pipe bomb guru

White headphones
Move your mother hips
Lyrics lost on loosened lips

Nihilistic ballerina
Oh that golden dance you do
Round and round the meaning
Between me and you

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Credits: Words and collage by Jay Larsen