verse-
head against the wall
i'm waiting for your call
but i know you can't right now

the safety net is stretching
every time i fall
and they've got me figured out

bridge-
yes i'm scared to death
but does it mean a thing?
yes i said i miss you
but that couldn't give you wings

chorus-
blackout
turn the lights out
i gotta get out
before i go crazy again
shout
scream it out loud
how this love will be stronger
than the rest

I see her hidden
in plan sight
hands pressed
to her eyes
this image remains
among few

a day that won't wake up
I slide into a pocket
fortified against drafts

Good poets only compose,
To read their creative work,
When they are on their deathbed, alone
When there is none to moan,

No sounds of music
No sensations,
Dead feelings
And
The distant drums beating are heard,
Just to keep one alive,
Then upon the soil of ego
Man does survive
Just to die
He has a feeling
Of still being alive

wet sniffles thru smudged rose blush
she finds her face in her hands
blowing smoke from her refry stinks
up the city, stealing sobs and bitcheries
but they still don’t make any mace for stats
and for that
she doesn’t weep
but she cries,
                           cries,
                                       cries.
referring to older allusions
she holds steady to any yesters
so many “i told you so’s” driven home
make you pull like a mule, like a mule, like a mule