Take This As You Will, I Will
I woke up on the wrong side of the floor.
Torn, cut-up, aching and wanting more.
Stars spinning, head fervently bruised.
Here’s something only I get to choose.
Your voice caught me crying again.
Moral choice won’t mean nothin’ then.
Cold comfort in resolution. It must be nice to see how it ends.
I thought I could untangle this mess, but I’ve never been one for success.
Like 3AM I’m technically morning, but still in the dark.
Kick me where it hurts, I want to feel you when I come to.
My senses are sharper than yours.
Of course.
My restitution will never come.
I’m done.
Can we all stop pretending life is anything more,
than a black spot of grease stained on the kitchen floor.
Then maybe we can take life for what it is,
just a one-way trip aboard a rock warmed by a slow explosion.
I woke up on the wrong side of 25.
Torn, cut-up, aching but still alive.
Stars colliding, synapses all too soon.
Thoughts wondering how I’ll make it till June.
Your voice caught me crying again.
Pure noise, static means nothing.
Move swiftly to the end.
Move swiftly to the end.
Move swiftly towards the end.
