It could be the string Or it could be the hand that pulls It could be the heave itself Or it could be the chest that felt It could be the breaths The overwhelming lack thereof Syncopated screaming rhythm Useless capering in rhyme I hope your legs are fine Are they stuck under my spine So as long as they're intertwined Will everything be fine? Everything will end in laughter Or a sudden hush Everything will end in laughter Or a sudden hush Everything will end in laughter Or a sudden hush Everything will end in laughter