family party

Kevin Atwater

Compositor: Kevin Atwater

Here we are yet again
I'm under the table killing my pen
Convincing my cousin who's three
I'm a beautiful dragon with a secret to keep

He slides right under the bench
He asks me if I can fly and I tell him yes
He says he'll keep my secret for me
From the rest of the branches on our family tree

They circle up for prayer, while I'm gazing
From the window by the stairs, they look crazy
But I'm sure to them I look like the same thing
A couple sentences dressed up
As conversation at a party

Before we go to bed
We walk to the farm by my house round the bend
To play a game of touch midnight-catch
A family tradition of making me less

While I'm trying to break
The way that it cycles every time that I play
The prophecy fulfills with it's best
If I watch from the sidelines
If I watch from the bench

They circle up for game, while I gaze in
From the window by the stairs, I can place them
They're ruffling my hair and they're saying
Are you trying to pretend like you're
At some cooler party again?

And they walk away missing what I said
And I'm talking to myself again