he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
