The Age of Lavender - Sophie Hunger

You took your headphones off and said

You’ve got this aching in your neck

It’s in a blind spot, between your shoulders and your head

«I'm not an expert» I replied

«But darling, you never sit up straight

Or it’s from contaminated chicken wings and steak

Or what about improper insulation

Or some sort sort of post-traumatic reaction

Or even a rare mutation in your DNA?»

You’ve got a pension plan and a cross on a chain

But oh that pain won’t go away

You’ve got a Volvo van and a house on your name

But you can feel it every day

You say it’s all been investigated

But that’s nothing, nothing seems to work

And now you’re feeling sorry for your ancestors

All their wars and sacrifices

Man, that woman throwing herself under a horse

While you believe in the affects of lavender

You’ve got a cyanide pill if you ever fall ill

But no, it’s not that bad just yet

You got a gun in your bed and a license to kill

But you won’t hold it to your head

There was silence, we were squinting

The refigerator kept on buzzing

Or was it something with the microwave?

«Well, that’s dubious» I whispered

«But I’m afraid it doesn’t make a difference

The Universe don’t care about us any way»

You’ve got a pension plan and a cross on a chain

But oh that pain won’t go away

You’ve got a Volvo van and a house on your name

But you can feel it every day