something i wrote in Chaz's car
the winds blowing in tossing and turning my thoughts into a whirlwind of macabre
and slowly blowing them away
my hairs dancing in the impulsive gusts and causing a blonde blur in the corner of your eye
i sit in the back left hand corner of my friends champagne colored car
i seem almost hyponotized to those around me as my bright eyes scan the landscape around us
but in my mind i'm livid with youthful anger and spirit
and singing of better times to come
"we all live in a yellow submarine"
the dim stocky streetlights create a yellow brick road leading to a million different destinations and coffee derived dreams
David Bowie is blasting on the radio but my mind is a flutter with a million different thoughts intertwing and creating a highway of my own inside my head.
leading to a broken dreams and bittersweet reality
the stale taste of ciggerettes linger on my coarse tongue but the bone-chilling breeze soon knocks me back to oblivion
as my drug induced mind begins to flutter with the cursed thoughts of paranoia
"Dosen't anyone know that behind the wheel of that 18-wheeler truck is a mad man on crytal meth!"
maybe i should seek counseling so they can label some more of my personality traits as a disorder
and be hand-fed colorful pills that make me feel so black & white
oh here comes a sweet gust of wind from the east....just breathe....
let the goosebumps be a sequrity blanket that cradles my absent minded being to a euphoric place of contentment and peace
where my sleep deprived mind can intermingle and flirt with the idea of soberity and 8 full hours of sleep
and slowly blowing them away
my hairs dancing in the impulsive gusts and causing a blonde blur in the corner of your eye
i sit in the back left hand corner of my friends champagne colored car
i seem almost hyponotized to those around me as my bright eyes scan the landscape around us
but in my mind i'm livid with youthful anger and spirit
and singing of better times to come
"we all live in a yellow submarine"
the dim stocky streetlights create a yellow brick road leading to a million different destinations and coffee derived dreams
David Bowie is blasting on the radio but my mind is a flutter with a million different thoughts intertwing and creating a highway of my own inside my head.
leading to a broken dreams and bittersweet reality
the stale taste of ciggerettes linger on my coarse tongue but the bone-chilling breeze soon knocks me back to oblivion
as my drug induced mind begins to flutter with the cursed thoughts of paranoia
"Dosen't anyone know that behind the wheel of that 18-wheeler truck is a mad man on crytal meth!"
maybe i should seek counseling so they can label some more of my personality traits as a disorder
and be hand-fed colorful pills that make me feel so black & white
oh here comes a sweet gust of wind from the east....just breathe....
let the goosebumps be a sequrity blanket that cradles my absent minded being to a euphoric place of contentment and peace
where my sleep deprived mind can intermingle and flirt with the idea of soberity and 8 full hours of sleep