Don't Lean on me
spent my 7 days grinding away calluses in the sand.
i sipped crushed peaches bathed in vodka
and thought about you.
the music couldn't block out the rays of the sun
and my heart pumped the blood i brought with me
driving 8 or 9 hours to a place of escape
but the relief of breathlessness never arrived.
spent my nights so high.. inhaling to escape,
but the time stayed the same as the clock at home
and the vodka was gone by weds. morning.
it only rained once.. and yet the clouds never cleared.
i can't remember what i thought would happen
but reality smashed down on day 7
like a sorrowful hello.
i spent my days at the beach
and came home to breaking all of my promises.
i could be a beach bum and never give it a thought.
waves lulled me ... not you.
Don’t lay that trip on me
It’s only a matter of time and space,
not others in the midst of creating your hell.
Time and space and misery festering
your wounds and despair.
I don’t want your trip...
Save it for the saintly ones who know your heart.
I’ve become only the vagabond one night stand
who comes and goes in your nightmare.
Clean slated and ready for the next chapter,
hell stayed out for one too many drinks last night.
No trips, no hardcore insanity remains now.
Save the ticket for the queen and ride it out.
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living on the outside of phila., i watch movies for a living... ha... i cannot apologize for my love of life and compassion for people and their plights. "someone" gave each of us a "gift"... we need to cherish what we're given. to quote a favorite film ......"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." there is no greater gift... peace to all... |
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