thistownwillkillusall/I'm changing everything about me

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"Good Huntin'"
hanging over the prettiest city in town,
both of us pretending the world is ending
and it's well past the last strike of midnight.
I'm alive, it's 2009
and despite what you think I'm quite fit to drive.
but for how much longer?

my arms shake when I think too much
and I can't be held accountable for my actions.
isn't it academic?
unattractive and poetic...
reeling, desperate and pathetic.

so let the chase begin.

you heard me,
I'm headed west until I end up east
and you'll be lucky to get a word in when I'm on top of it all,
shining like I swallowed the sun.

I deserve more than obedience;
honest, loyal-- spontaneous, for god's sakes.
give me some damn intimacy!
I'm not too old to play games,
just uninterested
and if you ask me, this town is a plague
and you are no help.

but I've got a cure, a reason, a will and a fucking bone to pick.
I've got photographs and video, transcripts
and the like.
I've got memories and everybody knows I'm oh, so creative(!)
that I could kill you a million ways the others couldn't dream of.
give me credit
and "let the dead bury the dead."