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[clawsofangst16]

smell the cigarette
on my carefully chosen words
smell the cigarette
on my fingers on your face
smell the desperation
in my unwashed hair
with my clip in extensions
and my melting make-up

the smell of burning wood
as i'm driving myself home
the smell of burning wood
outside the city lines
I can't breathe in the air
I can't feel the road bend
with my mind so adrift
outside the city lines

spend the next day
all in bed
spend everyday
just another 30 minutes please
spend the next few hours
staring at the wall
staring at the silent cell phone
could coax me out the door

I think I'll go out
and try to find my head again
I think I'll drive around
outside the city lines
I think i'll drive down 6
and check the side highway beds
on the road to Houston
will i start to live again.