Trigger

Second in line
Only to pass the time
Out of place, Out of space
Go back to the end of the line
Frustration or Adoration

Give it up, we can all see it
I'm nothing but an obligation.

Only have but one job to do
With one mess up, it's done, it's through
Like taking the wrong turn at an intersection
What happens next determines on how much trust you've spent
Yellow light, just less than an accessory for "safety"
If you fast forward, you'll miss the ending.

Pick one, either or any
Choose as if there is such a thing as a "personality"
Can't call shotgun and can't be the one
Only left at home, to be left all alone.
This is our equal distribution.

Climb up the ladder, set yourself higher
There upstairs, it's way brighter
Slip a step, back to square one
even though the birds have already sung
Back when it was for fun
Remember when we were the ones we loved?
Only to ache for the position.

Now pause the tape.
Reset, preset, custom made
red rose, white rose
make a colorful bouquet
ready to hand, give it to the first in line
the face in your head, the voice in your ear
you count one, two, one, two
You still have time.

Week one and Week two
Sleep now or sleep soon
Calendar checkup
Clock numbers mixed up
Photographs of bright memories scattered
The duty at your feet mattered.

Now with this song to be sung
Put it on repeat
You have to be on your feet
Don't miss a single beat
Or the Obligation is gone.

Though there is none that sings along
Or slips their fingers through
Because second in place but back of the line
gone with the time and lost in the sunshine
Flip of a quarter, a shadow took over
What's done is gone and you can't win death over.

Cold ice and glass marbles
No longer a model but no longer fragile
with whispers near and far
Lust for pitiful pleasures
For the only thing I can only yearn for is my value is higher than a penny's worth.

Mirror, Mirror
Play it over
Look back in the days
Look back during the craze
This phase, that maze
Through the laze and the lines
Just one last time.

Please tell its bronze story
Full of junk, hypocrisy and blasphemy
like a jingle in a jukebox
cheap and too old for even a mother to appreciate
With the insert of a dime or a nickel
Some malicious dream which seemed fickle
Drives me to watch before the rope pulls.

Give one smile, take a frown
Show a new world, take it all down
Then archive a forever for worse or for better
No chance to write one last letter
Now let's watch and see as you breathe in beautiful krypton
Only to see data lost, game gone
With memory full, computer freeze
You waited too long and I escaped the ties
Just so I could keep the wish by pulling the trigger.