I cried and listened to the rain in a rental car
One day somebody’s gonna go and get pushed too far
But now I don’t know what to say
Shall I deny my lungs their breathing rights?
it’s him—and the sunset
is as dusky as eclipsed eyes
overturning ocean waves
and my mouth will never recover.
a phantom in restless dreams
of a spellwork that went wrong
an escape from locked hospital wings
and a drink of cold sobriety.
oh, what a shame—i have none
and he has plenty to share
for his soul is a catacomb of
broken bones and thoughts that never
should have come to life
in the first place.
look how these lost hands adore
and spectacled visions strain
to read between all your blurry lines,
watching the once-fiery struggle
turn to death’s pugilistic ashes.
and buried underneath the detritus;
beyond the vaguer outlines of casualties
and heroes waiting for an answer,
lay a falling sunset—it’s him.
So give it up, give it up
Don’t let your mind slip away
Don’t drink, don’t get so high
Your beat’s too obvious
Not gonna say what you want me to say
I guess you’re right…