Tired & Over It
Plum Tired & Bacon Bits
Eye anchors ever heavying
The exhausting weight of possible futures
Crawl pace, crawl pace, slow pace
Didn’t always need to onion
Didn’t know it would count
You’re the violet storm with clever clouds
I’m the loss of self
Casual float in Dum Dum Lake
Staring up at Fuck You Clouds
Asshole Mountains cage the scene
A Piece of Shit Bird does piece of shit things
Lesson learned, unheard, to yearn.
Wrong the sound country.
Whence the catchphrase be passed on lips.
Stretched tonight, alright, rigged fight.
Wax between your faces.
We are wrong.
Sleeves offer familiar riffs
Eroding arms of gravy
We riot and tailgate the premise
Building failure’s ferocity
Color slips palette
I could fall in love with alarm clock memories
Known or not, so offer thus
Confetti ammunition in a parachute playlist
Generations untether rapidly
EXT. TOWN SQUARE – DAY
Discarded matches on a silver curb
Night lifts me up as another cab swerves
A city full of actors comes alive
The label on my bottle is a fallacy
Every picture on her phone was erased last week
Place your bets on how tonight will end
The lights we’re standing on are fading, baby
This time we’ll turn around and run, through landmines
Stories take flight while fingers stretch
My vision of the moment hasn’t settled yet
Strangers roll their eyes to pass the time
I’m stuck with notions of bravery
from an imaginary war that my ego needs
It’s all worth it if she feels the slightest doubt
The streets lay out a reckless plan
I’m on my way
This will kill me
But it won’t
AHH but it will!
Nah, I got this
I most certainly do not
Death is a joke
Death is imminent
I’m a rock star
Common task fumbler
Night light needer
The ego of a driven person
The self-esteem of a bad joke
No, it couldn’t.
It was a fucking radish.