and if there’s possibility
I’m too tired
reckless and ruined
emotionally and construed
as a psycho-nonsense
dribbling maniac
cut the slacks?
off my broken back
or are they broken
I think they’re broken
and I’m the only sane one
am I?
cutting-edge cutie
on the brink of clarity
keep striving
you’ll be clear
heart and mind
drained
can you keep yourself
clean and humble?
or are you numbing
our souls
when the thunder rolls
do you speak softly
and carry bullshit?
I spent the night
at my own place
not my own pace
forgetting space
I always forget the real
it’s out there
and I don’t care
so get out
