could I push truth
no know fear-
a simple chance at being overlooked...
the view of life from these tiers.
almost as violent as time gets
the give and the take
lost in the gears
bets not placed...odd the way people sway
violent the way this brain shakes
like these vibrations are the only pace
I think I loved you in another time
a more beautiful place
this city is a wasteland-the thick air is for taste
waste not / want not
if only this was the case.
laced blunts under a lonely overpass
the only thing I wanted was space
so she sent me on my way-not a thing in my name.
funny how the world works
strange how the drugs take
now I just lie on the floor
laying with the only thing that ever made sense
& yet,again,she has no name...a reoccuring theme-pain going both ways