Baby And Her Babe


Baby and her babe
Got carried away by the steep route of competitive love
They got stuck in repetition by the loop of their conformity code
They keep producing their lines as on cue and intuition,
But without no guidance but suspicion

Baby and her babe
Not seen leaning heads together in the back of a cabriolet
No kissing in public or in private or elsewhere
Might be in love or in limbo
Might be in need of somebody to blame

Baby and her babe
Got over each other by giving birth to two babies
They got saved by one another through promises and maybes
They keep performing their rescue as though risk is pure routine,
But without a plan when both are sinking

Baby and her babe
Not seen leaning across the table, laughing heartily, in any café
No sharing little secrets in public or in private or elsewhere
Might be dishonest or distant
Might be in need of somewhere to begin

Baby longs to let go of their past
Her babe drags it with him as the reason why his skies are overcast
Baby says the wisest things to everyone but him
Her babe always stays too short a while to hear a single thing
That matters

Baby and her babe
They're like two walls that need the other to stand,
But like walls they don't talk.
They're both too proud or scared or too stubborn
To crack up and pack up and walk
Might feel involved or invaded
Might wait around to be asked the last dance.
Might be saving up some nerve to ask one more chance
Baby and her babe.
















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