you left me for dead with those trash cans you took to the curb when you had pepper spray in your hands, or prove me wrong. why dont you prove me wrong? i never had a place to stay without you and all these ecstasies are more of suggestions. you lack believing. but those days are over. all i can do now is try to stay sober,
weather this distance, and count me out. i can find better in my own bedroom than with these wheels in motion. familiar miles, familiar motions.
i saw your face light up at the door when you said nothing, looking at our feet, then embraced me. with a pebble in my throat; from your heart to my hope. i tried to break away too soon i always fucking do, and so do you.
the day ran amber but the people ran faster behind the courthouse where the sun was leaking through the windows. along the chopping walls we saw every scribble and every thought of every man innocent and every man guilty.
you left me for dead but this time instead you grabbed my neck and begged me not to quit.
