turpentine chaser

this paint has been tasting of lead, & their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, & it is not alone fleeing these walls. well sooner of later this cold, it's gonna break, so our hands will be warm again, but all i want is not to need you now. and sooner or later this code, it's gonna break, & our words will be heard again, but all i want are vows of silence now. this turpentine chaser's got kick, & the rag that it's soaked in is rich. the fumes aide the pace of my cleaning, & as soon as i'm done i am gone. the frightening facts, we've been facing our backs, for so long now, are begging for eyes, to bear witness to lies, & indifference. now we're saying aloud, the things we've declared in our silence. the new coats of paint will not reaquaint, broken hearts to broken homes.