It could be the string
Or it could be the hand that pulls
It could be the heave itself
Or it could be the chest that felt
It could be the breaths
The overwhelming lack thereof
Syncopated screaming rhythm
Useless capering in rhyme
I hope your legs are fine
Are they stuck under my spine
So as long as they're intertwined
Will everything be fine?
Everything will end in laughter
Or a sudden hush
Everything will end in laughter
Or a sudden hush
Everything will end in laughter
Or a sudden hush
Everything will end in laughter