Every night
Without missing a beat
At the witching hour
A million miles of thought
Blow my head out
And in under a second
Im just a vessel
“And I need rest too
Like anyone else
Like anyone else”
I need my bones
To take root
And my thoughts
Run like the river that it is
I can’t make up for the wrongs that
This adds up to
But when I grow up
I wanna set things right
I hope I can set something right
The comedy of man
Is that we make everything in our image
The comedy of man
Is that we make everything in our image
Why make a deal with god
When you can make a deal
With the son of sam
Why make a deal with god
When you can make a deal with the son of sam
The only good cowboy
Is a dead cowboy
Playing games with myself
Knowing I’ve rigged the damn thing
Target practice with things I should trust
Or just let fucking go
And its doing nothing for my aim
Why
Why
Why
Why
Why am I like this
Im not losing sleep
This is what its coming to
And I’m not losing sleep
If someone comes for me
Its my responsibility to hear them out
What do I need to tell myself
To MAKE me
Shut
My
Fucking mouth
The figure 8’s that women must do
To stay straight
Staring down the barrel
Of the male gaze
Its an unjust stalemate
Its an unjust stalemate
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