I've got something to say.
And this time, it's less drunken word play.
For the past few days,
I've had day dream suicides.
About how this is going to turn into a story,
of how I've got to leave town,
and leave you with a sorry.

You're a fleeting delusion,
growing stale in my mind.
You're the black mass above,
blocking healing rays of light.

Singing the songs of sorrow that you keep.
Hung on the thought that life's climb is steep.

The lies and contempt that lay dormant in your head,
Pale to the rage burning inside my chest.
Deceit left a trail as you funneled through our lives,
Nothing looked the same, you bled the faith from our eyes.

I've got 3 dollars left,
And I'm trying to feel better.
I've got 300 miles,
And my head's in the nether.
These mountains are glorious,
Yellow, green and true.
Yet, I haven't gotten high enough;
To see over you.
There's a ghost in my body,
It haunts me every day.
But not the way your lips lied,
melted words, cried.
In struggle, I try;
To come to terms with the swells in my eyes.
It's not from the highway haze,
Or the sun's fierce gaze.
It's how I stumble,
Just to get lost in loves maze.