The world cracks open
And I fall through
Making up for lost time
Collecting trouble like specimens
To examine at a later date
At the table
Like a couple of grade schoolers
I drove out West
For an adventure
Bonds over make believe
And some mental slip-ups
Waiting to die
I lie
And lay with you like it is nothing
Only the natural progression of my life
Borrowed clothes
And on no sleep
Now here I am