Dirt

pay me to worry while
I call it luck for worth
or call upon a jury

find and hurry to usurp
the trust we bartered
thought we'd turn
back into earth

play me for a story, fire
that does all but burn
away our listening

knowledge first, though
'motions make us curse
and bless the wires
holding us together

say we're sorry, sad
and lonely is a nurse
who cuts our feet, but
never cleans the knife

like amber doesn't spoil
fighting never pours
like oil on the parts
we used to be as brothers
'til we fought to own the dirt