New Wine, New Skins - mewithoutYou

If God wills this time tomorrow, bound for Boise via plane

(willful mispronunciation of my destination’s name)

I’d like to write a sequel to «the State That I am in»

If God wills this time tomorrow in the early morning rain

I’ll unpack the boots I borrowed and turn back the way I came

I’d like to write a sequel to «the State I am in»

And I’d like to call the song New Wine, New Skins

«God's will» or «come what fortune gives"---

Or is this truly how you’d choose to live:

Managing the narrative?

Come, unfastening android limbs

In the moonlight through translucent skin

Now we’ve both been there and back again

To the state that I’m no longer in

With carbon fiber lips whereby

Came thought reflex personified

Now a scorpion in the sky, harmless as a butterfly

SCORPION: You can pin and mount me likewise!

If you fail first, some warm, bright day

I’ll unperform at your unmarked grave

And you can tell me what those eyes have seen

But for now the Creek-don't-rise routine

With churning engine, fix my head

Up north in the Gold Fork riverbed

From the misuse of intelligence

And all I wish I’d said pours out

New wine, new skins

«God's will» or «come what fortune gives»

Or is this truly how you’d choose to live?