they bounce over the bad parts like dots above lyrics
they remind us to feel good
and urge us to stay until it's over
even when the chorus is too much to handle
and always repeats
perhaps love is accepting the ticket stub
laughing during the good parts, weeping at the credits
and knowing sooner or later you just might walk out
with empty hands and a head full of things you no longer want.
with a heart that vents, cools and capers onto another film
another song, another saga
promising this time to be its worthy protagonist
the thread, the details. the color of night we sometimes ignore.
can we please just keep talking?