(no subject)
In a city that kills by constriction
Throw your streets around me and squeeze
And draw down the stars
Draw down the stars
A straight line is the most direct path, but in this twisted world of ours there's no guarantee you won't end up just where you started.
I am alone inside a poem, the only words I ever knew.
Pieces of my life are lost and gone again
Stupid little notes and three page rhymes
I'm short of breath and over dressed and I
Never heard you take it in when I try....
Maybe things will change, because maybe I will try...