Incubus

Black Heart Inertia
Walking alone tonight
‘Cause I’ve only got room for two.
Me and my burdened black heart,
It’s all we know how to do.
Yet I look for a bigger bang
Than the kind I continually see.
Sick of all this inertia,
Oh, won’t you mend me?
Lover, can you help me?
I’m a child lost in the woods.
A black heart pollutes me
And I think…
You’re a mountain that I’d like to climb,
Not to conquer, but to share in the view.
Pulled by a false inertia,
Pushed out by circumstance.
Pistol firing at my feet
That’s coercing me to dance.