Maybe we can make a deal (Fast Cars, Pt 3)

When you're a man and pull your hair behind your ears
and tie it in a ponytail
that's called a compromise

when you want talk
when it's over
they call that bargaining
which is part of grieving

when you look people in the eye
when you're walking
that's bold
or daring
no matter how you are appealing

when you ask yourself
what makes a metal
it's the ability
to be flattened into sheets
and drawn into wires
as every jeweller knows

when you are walking in the wildflowers
try not to remember
you don't find roses growing on stalks of clover

however much you like the tune

when you wear slippers

don't trip on the frills

or be caught sporting mutton sleeves

or poodle wrists

or mules

and when you drive

don't forget

to make a deal

I can't remember

which is ritzier

Buick or Chevrolet

but Cadillac is the best

and everything else is bargaining

to get more for your money

than the next guy paid

stand your ground
make space for yourself
remember you've got nothing to prove
take your place
and fake it 'til you make it

don't hunch
or apologize
even if you can't make a decision
make racing changes
until the engine makes you shift.

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