10-16-17
Back porches,
With the rain coming down-
See we're sheltered here,
In this stupid fucking town.
Been kicking shoes,
Banging doors,
Feds roll in-
On all fours.
Makes you wish,
We were equal-
Animals at heart,
I know it's stupid,
But its a value to the art.
Started smoking real young,
Stringing cans on lights,
Let it glow so dark.
Used to let you fill cracks in the commitment,
And if we're just made of our downfalls,
I guess crack is now commitment.
Drug trafficking,
All green lights-
Let go of the signs,
We don't read here,
We just feel.
No time to waste.
The night it crashed,
I couldn't think of you.
The rhythms that I used to speak of you,
Sick to my stomach everyday,
And now that it's over,
Gotta kill myself in a different way.
Fuckup was on me,
But it's funny you did the same.
Still hold ghosts of guilt
Over how deep you dug my grave.
Looking for connection
But nothing too real,
Told you I was dedicated
But never when I feel.
It's what I see, inside my head
Tell me you understand,
Every word you'll never get.
Mark my shit down,
Like it'll sell, that's what they said.
Wooden boards,
Sanded smooth,
Take a drag
And hate the thought of you.
Couldn't escape, never time,
And I found myself down the drain
Chasing better high.
But I leave it all today,
And let you know it's mine.
Couldn't cuff this,
Couldn't call it crime-
There's an art in all the worst ways of life.
Let it rain,
Bloody skies,
Red roses
And pink eyes,
Take a shot-
Start a lie,
The risk is thrill
And it's worth the fine,
Price you pay-
For a thousand days-
Thousand porch lights
And drank for pray,
Thousand lives
And a thousand made.
Thousand smiles
And a thousand tears,
Never ask me why
I don't regret these years.
- (m.m)
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