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It wasn’t ever fun
Even when it lasted
There was always hidden
A motive and agenda
Something I couldn’t figure from afar—
I needed microscopic certainty
That I’d have to disappear
In order to remember—
For them to forget—
That either of us had ever existed
The only places to go now
Are those best traveled alone
Where a fork in the road need
Neither argument nor discussion
And where judgements pass
With tumbleweeds and dust that
Dissolve like cars with the horizon
Thumbing South of nowhere
And flipping birds, eh
I’ll be just fine.
What’s the point in asking the question
If your voice is already defeated
I’d go blind just trying to see it
You know everyone is trying to beat it—
If there’s pain then that means there’s a reason
If there’s truth then it’s hard to believe in
Still it’s hard not to relive this feeling
Where everyone everyone’s stealing—
It’s like selling your grief for a grievance
Why the hell would you even break even
Doing all we could to deceive them
It’s all wasted time wasting time healing—
It’s like playing pretend dressed in your skin
Or saying the pledge of allegiance
When there’s no one to please or believe in
It only matters as much as you mean it
We did nothing that we said we’d do
And everything we said we wouldn’t.
Living like a road trip—
We’re so good at vacations, yet
So terrible at real life.
I like to sit, in long
Wakes of silence
And write cowboy songs
For drunks and dreamers
Who know better
And are better—
Who are better off alone.
Sitting in this hotel room, waiting for the sun to rise.
Looking out across Portales, there’s not a single star in the sky.
I don’t know if she’s thinking of me, but I know I’m thinking of her.
All the times we never got it straight, all the times I didn’t put her first.
Sitting in this hotel room, tried but couldn’t fall asleep.
Spent all of my cash on Johnny, cause he’s a better man than me.
I don’t know if she’s thinking of me, but I know I’m thinking of her.
All the times we never got it straight, all the times I didn’t put her first.
It’s a long drive West.
And I’m on my own.
She said do your best.
Know you’re not alone.
Sitting in this hotel room, wondering if I made a mistake.
Gotta find what I’ve been missing, and bring it back to her to keep.
Only in the slightest
Contradictions find us
Taking a piss in the back of a waiting
Rudimentary silence
Little acts of violence
Testing the waters like leaving the bathtub
Full of standing water
Babies left to wander
Dipping our beaks in a pool not so shallow
Now—
Actions without reason
God I’ve got this feeling
Down like the old folks whose tennis balls are wearing out
Obligations find us
Contradictions bind us
Tight like a truckers hitch secured to nothin but
Ourselves if we’re willing
To hold someone who’s willing
To kick the creator for all the stupid shit we’ve been through
Now—
Everybody wants their own way
Standing on clouds there’s no reason to shout out loud
When everybody gets their own way
I can guarantee somebody won’t be pleased (laugh out loud)
Now I make my friends from strangers
who hardly ever consider my passing,
who instead make plans to bullshit
and practice talking casually in the park.
Nobody seems to notice the homeless
Except the little girl
Piggy backing her fathers shoulder
Slouching, down Hollywood Boulevard
She seemed relatable
like a French new wave film—
Her hair was tangled by
the absence of the thrill—
My mind fell blind in the dark
each movement felt removed
In black and white it all looks like
some senseless noir doom.
Descending ladders with a
backwards forward view—
Replaced reminders taken
for some other you—
She stepped calm in the light
another foreign move
In black and white it all seems like
you just might make it through.
Now there’s a towel on the floor
white as a dove
Transcending shadows as if
orders from above
The clock just turns and spins
a spiral of what’s lost
In black and white it all feels like
we’re dying to be caught.
In black and white it all looks like
there’s nothing to turn off.
