lighter heads.
why do you have to pay for a lighter head,
to control the tears that rain down heaver than those outside,
why do we have to put on our smiles and nod that everything is fine?
if gasoline was alcohol it would be top shelf, pinkies in the air.
we pay out fourty to fifty, maybe more, with each full tank.
with that we could drink ourself to a lush death with any huge bottle.
obscure dance beats, move the masses to a frenzy.
epilepsy would be a logical explanation to the unknowning eye.
to the participants, its a release safer than sex and gunfire.
you can dance with yourself and appreciate a cleaner end.
rhythm is not needed, just fun and flayling limbs.
the drive home.
will i get stopped,
will someone take my life,
will i take it for myself,
one last selfish act?
will my bed be there?
is everything where i kept it?
no doubt i will be alone.
no miracle will be waiting.
no arms to hold me and warm body to hold.
no sweet kiss to remind me i am alive.
nothing but sheets and pillows that we once shared.
if only i could drink enough to think you were sleeping next to me.
i envy everyone who could kiss the one they were next to tonite.
jenny said its fifteen miles to the promised land. she was wrong.
its over 350 miles and i wish i could transverse it every moment possible.
i love her soo much. i count down everyday that keeps us from each other.
to control the tears that rain down heaver than those outside,
why do we have to put on our smiles and nod that everything is fine?
if gasoline was alcohol it would be top shelf, pinkies in the air.
we pay out fourty to fifty, maybe more, with each full tank.
with that we could drink ourself to a lush death with any huge bottle.
obscure dance beats, move the masses to a frenzy.
epilepsy would be a logical explanation to the unknowning eye.
to the participants, its a release safer than sex and gunfire.
you can dance with yourself and appreciate a cleaner end.
rhythm is not needed, just fun and flayling limbs.
the drive home.
will i get stopped,
will someone take my life,
will i take it for myself,
one last selfish act?
will my bed be there?
is everything where i kept it?
no doubt i will be alone.
no miracle will be waiting.
no arms to hold me and warm body to hold.
no sweet kiss to remind me i am alive.
nothing but sheets and pillows that we once shared.
if only i could drink enough to think you were sleeping next to me.
i envy everyone who could kiss the one they were next to tonite.
jenny said its fifteen miles to the promised land. she was wrong.
its over 350 miles and i wish i could transverse it every moment possible.
i love her soo much. i count down everyday that keeps us from each other.