Stampede

You’re behind the door, you’re watching TV.
You’re making my breakfast, you’re the face in the mirror.
You’re the sound of a kiss, you’re the voice of the birds.
You’re the water in the sink, you’re the front door,
oh we’re getting freaky now
in my mind.

But you’re just three words, just three words I need to wait on
until he’s ready to order,
and bring order back to me.
My heart is too busy pounding me from the inside to spill forth,
(pummeling me through and between breaths)
but you can hear me strangled on myself when I open my mouth.
(Pummels me to fear of death)
Choke, I choke but never die.
Three words, they make me hold my breath
that I might never breathe again.

I’m going to be crushed by the stampede in me
if I let you fly free
you’re words of peace
when well released,
but unless the time is right
he’ll dodge your talons, fearful speed,
and crush me in the stampede.

You’re behind my eyelids, dancing on my eardrums.
You’re making my bed, you’re the pink post-its on my fridge.
You’re the hand on my thigh, you’re the flush in my cheeks.
You’re the phone on the wall, you’re the cracked open window,
oh we’re getting freaky now
in my mind.

But you’re just an emotion, an emotion I’m not allowed to express
until the postage is paid,
and I’m sure you’ll pay off…

The stampede in me…
The stampede in me…
I’m being trampled in the rush of my pulse…
I’m sure I could use you on him
if I were someone else…

I’m going to be crushed by the stampede in me
if I let you fly free
you’re words of peace
when well released,
but unless the time is right
he’ll dodge your talons, fearful speed,
and crush me in the stampede.

You’re just something I’m scared of, something I’mscared will scare him away.
You might make him crush me, I’m afraid.
Until he does, I'll be afraid.
You’re always in my mind.