Rust

Oh it seems with us
Though never quite the fools
Shaking off the rust
And abiding by the rule

That if something trickles down
Not needing to be much
An IV of your anger
A thimble of mistrust

I will watch you run with it
And listen to the call
And all the static under it
I will listen to the fall

If it is monumental
I'd like to tear it down
Throw out all the guidebooks
Spin ourselves around

Coming down the walkway
Uneven on the brick
Throw out the dim lit hallway
Flip the lights on quick