U can just exchange ur cross for the road
cause the doctor says ur the pain in my back
but I know it's from falling over the rail
road to perdition
and exploring
foggy night vision
living television
and wondering why sh** gets blurry
when u took shot after shot at the hourgla**
U can exchange a wish for a bone
And drive past star signs while you
criss cross ur shoelaces and watch
the wind blow
the letters you misspelled freedom with
I personally choose the
God, please listen to my maf**ing stories
approach
cause when bedtime rolls around
you all wanna be friar tucked in
swaying to another symphony
u borrowed
then wandered right into a new a sound wave
capsizing the raft you crafted
beer bottled up inside your own memories
going through emotional
baggage claim
to find a suitcase missing
and a bad mood ensued
U can try to catch your mind moving
at the speed of thought
break its limits and
walk around getting recalibrated
sacrificing meaning for content
U can exchange reaping for harvest
but the sun don't flower just like that
that's why I mediate between the noise
and the silence,
and make u understand
why the text won't book you anything
you haven't digested
U can put your foot down
But leave no footprint
then take your sungla**es off
and yell “thief” when you notice
someone stole your heart
only to look in your back pocket
and notice your inner light was missing
now you're acting as the evidence's
comic relief as you
blame it on the cumulous nebula
overcastting your radar
because your busy heat seeking
and
good at grabbing something hot for a second
but don't have the fortitude to
clutch an amber for a while
U can hammer saw gnaw
and snap at any delirium that you pick
but when a grenade writes
your name in the sky you
hear your ego trip's been cancelled
and now know your number's been added
to the equation
and it's your turn to
balance the variables
U can count on me a lot though
I may sum up
the lottery eludes painting aligning stars
and other spectacular daydreams onto the sidewalk
though I prefer my evolution served
standing up
U can get credit carded
playing on financial instruments
high on a screwed up rhythm
haunted by her moans
and hormones
and now who*e moans
put me to sleep in the morning
and keep me out of bed and
in the night
so hold on if you
catch my driftwood
when the night gets undressed and
beckons you to do the same
and the cold crawls in for another gla**
u can
consider it safe if the labels still on it
share it alone with warm getting high
fidelity
while
watching the latest masterpiece
of the escape artist
and notice your reflection flicker on the canvas
U can follow your fears
and call it being yourself
U can slither through matter
As if you do
U can feel your heart
As if it does
U can lie to walls
Because they do the same to you
U can
say you can't
But I won't