So you don't get to be a saint   Martyrs never last this long   Guess I'll never be the one    To defeat desire in song   Here's a marker   Here's my naked skin   Our 'exhibit A'   Put a small x where I lost my way      All the actors broke their legs   And it's to late to postpone   The producer's getting high   And the audience went home   Smile and take your awkward bow   Turn and stumble off the stage   Let the rain be your applause   Every encore sooth your rage   Squint with one eye   Hum a show-tune   wait for your right to say   oh that's where you must have lost your way      Megaphones in helicopters squeal “hey are you okay?”   Searchlights circle, where we lost our way      All our accidents were purposeful and felt   Stripped of providence or any way to tell   But our intentions were intangible and sweet    Sick with simple math and shy discoveries   Piled up against our impending defeat.