Sometimes i don't know where i'm heading

but i've got my foot on the gas anyway.

Tuesday, early.

There’s always something eating at my bones, the locks been picked and someones come home.

Someone you used to know.

Take leaf out off someone you used to be, treat her like shit and return to your old body, because if anything you’re only coming clean, you’re not what she wants, she’s not what you need.

Roll over into empty sheets, there will finally be space for you to get a nights sleep, without the endless ache the edge of the bed makes.

But you’re fine with it, whats it matter, as long as she’s fine then its fine and you can just bottle your anger, deep down in a chamber that mourns it’s old laughter, if my spine can take it, then I’ll carry on like a soldier.

I wander if it’s selfish, but I’m tired of being selfless and giving all i have until im looking at her headless and wandering if she gives a shit.

You rise, because you can’t sleep, start pacing the room and grinding your teeth, you miss her but she always has to leave.

Throw on a bright eyes record and make sure the doors locked, lie on the couch and pretend that the worlds stopped and just try to forget you even exist.

Shooting rabbits from the arms of torn couches.

I've got a lot to live up to.
There's a lot of poisoned minds running these towns from office apartments,
out-a' state.
One summer the well dried, guns were made and history was written.
Lots of paper, but not enough ink.
Too many old men and not enough kids.
The local paper was a grave and my family was tied to the page.
Shooting rabbits from the arms of torn couches and then collapsing in the relief of blood.
I've got no recollection of past misfortune.
Stay out till dawn, when the sky cracks and the moon can walk free again.
Then walk home blurry eyed, stumbling through memories that are cold to touch.
Cold like the hands of your mother when she tucked you in, when the fields were full and the blankets warm.
Cold like the blade that brought the silence of your fathers tongue, as he had to leave, and told you to stay inside.
Cold like the carelessness that brought war into your streets;
And when the rain came, and washed away the city's blood, the well grew full like our stomachs;
And we lived. once again.