Heath is
He's riveting floor beams
He's lacquering sealant
And the layers of paint are beginning to set and he's
Hoping
He's praying for structure
A solid foundation
But the shift in the earth underneath has got him like
Heath's splintering fracturing unstable pavement
He's bending he's creaking he's not sure he's healing he's
Heath shutters the windows
Heath flips off the breakers
Here's a picture of Heath and he's heaving beneath it
Heath dries
The drips from the ceiling
The floor it needs sweeping
He wades through inches of water and waste
And he's reeling
He's holding in feelings
Until they're unyielding
In this bulwark the pressure the tension is mounting and
Heath's opening floodgates, he gasps, and it's freeing
His inside turns outside and all it's cascading he's
Heath holds it for Heath's whole life, then releasing
Here's a picture of Heath with all this beneath him
A picture of Heath
A picture of Heath
Hey now, Mr. Heath, just tell me, what the hell did you do?
Did you tear it all down just to start anew?
Are you ripping up the timbers and returning the works to the forest?
Are you howling at the wind in lieu of a chorus?
Hey now, Mr. Heath, what the hell, just tell us what happened
Did you find divine eminence or just bits of plastic?
Come bring it down now, no need for dramatics
You've always felt safest back into your old habits