Your perception of art is colored by what you bring to the table. She's a jar With a heavy lid My pop quiz kid A sleepy kisser A pretty war With feelings hid She begs me not to miss her She says forever To light a fuse We could use A handful of wheel And a day off And a bruised road However, you might feel Tonight is real When I forget how to talk, I sing Won't you please Bring that flash to shine And turn my eyes red Unless they close When you click And my face gets sick Stuck, like a question unposed Just climb aboard The tracks of a train's arm In my fragile family tree And watch me