If you see me at midnight. Walking the streets. You'll know it was me. For I cannot sleep. . I've pushed away the dreams. And spoiled the quiet. I'm propelled by fear.
If I could I would. I'd pull your ribs apart. Like the bars on the jail cell. We'd make a clean break. . I'd touch your racing heart. To control those anxieties.
I can see the smoke stacks in the distance. And I know that we're almost there. This day has been best at overwhelming me. And these thoughts are running races in my head.
We all have our simple ways of killing ourselves and this is yours. Denying it all by covering it up, you were never the best at smiling. So stay up all night, just to say you are tired.
In and out of intersections. In a suburb of St. Louis, Misery. In the back, back seat of your parent's gold Volvo. We waved to passing cars and talked about.