roll through cities with no doubt in my eyes
try as I might,these lines give greater purpose to life
quiet monday night madness while I snort lines
& she just lies the whole time.
I seem to have missed winter
but its still cold in my heart.
survival is beauty & pain
just as much as its an art.
formulate these cries with me
dead city dreams...all capitals
like FEAR & LOVE
compounded wisdom into pretty packages of judgement
this is not my last stand
I'll be ready to break bones by the time we're done here
(what have we done here)
a graceful parachute from heaven
grateful in death.
its like we've become deaf
bountiful in debt...yet I cant remember giving a single loan.
these scars are my home
these cars,punk houses & penthouses are my hope
that one day I can feed,shelter and clothe all who need more
but I have to do that for myself first.
bi polar abridged
less depressants / more wisdom
my molars grit
is this the gift in the lesson?