You tune out the city
with your steel radials.
The sun reflects
of your tinted soul
reclined in rusted beach chairs
killing the day
driving over a hundred
with the wind cutting crop circles
into your bed head.
For too long
these feet paced the area
of the smallest rooms
counted every carpet fiber.
followed every fault
in the weak floorboards.
Drank the black jelly
between the world
and everything else.
My eyes are fixed
on the air between
myself and the distance.
Nowhere is where im going
and maybe ill never get there
but if it takes forever
at least
i can meet a few good faces on the way.
You are so prone
to the negative approach
of every single morning.
But opposite
day cant just be a word without purpose,
Its gotta happen now and again....
Even if you wake up too late.
And you fucked up.
Holding out in between those days
was your golden spoon.
Nothing matters.
all my crosses left
in closets
next to
skeletons from past lives.
You could kill yourself
enough times
you wouldn't have to serve the life sentence.
If nothing matters
does the absence of anything still amount for something?
You could roll up your sleeves cause you dont give a fuck
today,
But is that just perspective based
to the giant knife wielding cunt
painting x's on your postcard back.
If nothing is a place in nowhere USA
you could make a lot of enemies
with just a smile and a wave.
Silver tongues so smooth
you knew they were guilty
but the jails would let them loose.
with a rope around your neck
because no one wants
an honest man.
with troubles
and demons
and good intentions.
Get the fuck out of here.
Play me.
with your steel radials.
The sun reflects
of your tinted soul
reclined in rusted beach chairs
killing the day
driving over a hundred
with the wind cutting crop circles
into your bed head.
For too long
these feet paced the area
of the smallest rooms
counted every carpet fiber.
followed every fault
in the weak floorboards.
Drank the black jelly
between the world
and everything else.
My eyes are fixed
on the air between
myself and the distance.
Nowhere is where im going
and maybe ill never get there
but if it takes forever
at least
i can meet a few good faces on the way.
You are so prone
to the negative approach
of every single morning.
But opposite
day cant just be a word without purpose,
Its gotta happen now and again....
Even if you wake up too late.
And you fucked up.
Holding out in between those days
was your golden spoon.
Nothing matters.
all my crosses left
in closets
next to
skeletons from past lives.
You could kill yourself
enough times
you wouldn't have to serve the life sentence.
If nothing matters
does the absence of anything still amount for something?
You could roll up your sleeves cause you dont give a fuck
today,
But is that just perspective based
to the giant knife wielding cunt
painting x's on your postcard back.
If nothing is a place in nowhere USA
you could make a lot of enemies
with just a smile and a wave.
Silver tongues so smooth
you knew they were guilty
but the jails would let them loose.
with a rope around your neck
because no one wants
an honest man.
with troubles
and demons
and good intentions.
Get the fuck out of here.
"Just passing through..."
"Just passing through..."Play me.
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