Small Metal Gods

It’s the farthest place

I’ve ever been

It’s a new frontier for me

And you balance things

Like you wouldn’t believe

When you should just let things be

Yes, you juggle things‘

Cause you can’t lose sight

Of the wretched storyline

It’s the narrative that must go on

Until the end of time

And you’re guilty of some self-neglect

And the mind unravels for days

I’ve told you onceyes, a thousand times

I’m better off this way

I’m better off… this way

Where’s my queen of hearts

My royal flush

I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks

My suicide, my better days

There’s nothing

I regretI’ve placed the

GodsIn a Ziploc bag

I’ve put them in a drawer

They’ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time

So I’m evening up the score

Small metal godsfrom a casting line

From a factory in

MumbaiSome manual labourer’s bread and butter

And a single-minded life

Small metal gods

Cheap souvenirs

You’ve abandoned me for sure

I’m dumping you, my childish things

I’m evening up the score