If I could, drivel until I curl up and burn And weather a wet season, listen to the rains Sizzle the embers ashes flow on down Would you do it over on a whim? Muted eyes, a pale wry Would you reckon sacrilege or destructive self-pride? Only til you open the lids upon your visage Tell me when I come into view, what's the triage? If I could, take a hit, a mistake, follow-on But cannot take a hint, a mistake comes undone Sizzle the embers ashes flow on down If only you could break through the tragic narrative If only you could, rewrite the narrative