Turpentine Chaser

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This paint has been tasting of lead
and the chips will fall as they may,
but it’s not just my finish that’s peeling,
and it is not alone fleeing these walls.

Well sooner or later this cold,
it’s gonna break so [and our] hands will be warm again,
but all I want is not to need you now.

And sooner or later this code [cold],
it’s gonna break so [and our] words will be heard again,
but all I want are vows of silence now.

This turpentine chaser’s got kick,
and the rag that it’s soaked in is rich.

[But] The fumes aid the pace of my cleaning
and as soon as I’m done I am gone.

[Well sooner or later this cold,
it’s gonna break so our hands will be warm again,
but all I want is not to need you now.

And sooner or later this code [cold],
it’s gonna break so our words will be heard again,
but all I want are vows of silence now.]

[And] The frightening facts
we’ve been facing our backs [to] for so long now
are begging for eyes to bear witness to lies and indifference.

Now we’re saying aloud
the things we’ve declared in our silence,
that new coats of paint will not reacquaint broken hearts to broken homes.