Old Highs, New Lows - Bob Mould

We lock the gaze tightly upon each other

No others come near, no others come between

As you remain beside me muted and studying

In beauty and radiant heat

I will write the words I want to hear you say

On a page torn from my diary

I hand you the sacred text and wait for you to place it

Across the hole in my heart smoothing the edges from the center

Affixing it in place with sugar water and saliva

I want you to read these words to me every day

This is where the thought resides

Stuck upon my heart on the outside

I am speechless in your beauty, you are flawless in my eyes

As your eyes show my reflection

I try to ignore the decay and listen harder to the tone

The pitch of your broad chest as it exhales into mine

Old highs, new lows.

Ain’t that how life goes