i don't want to forget the country roads
that shaped me
formed me
healed me....
the roads
i have dropped to my knees in despair
within
cropped in
fighting my sins
with a lens and a shutter
looking for solace in turning glass
nothing last forever...
the country is my church

sometimes I still think of you
and your dark hue
you had a spark within you
burst too soon
I'm not betting on your sanity
just like you're not aware of mine
still got a burning in my throat
from cigarettes and cheap wine
and you're so beautiful it's distracting
I'm itchy and you're what's scratching
I'd burn you away with alcohol
but you're already swimming

you've got me on the edge of my seat
every cyber vibration gives me that leap
& your cyber vibrations are ******* neat
I bet your lips taste sweet
(maybe that's eager to say
I'll keep it real & will anyway)
but with a hint of ash
let's go out strapped for cash
I don't need much
creation is my crutch
you know inspiration is priceless
finding it in you is one of my many vices
it's a romance in the wires
igniting small fires
rewiring my dials
confidential files
& in between all the miles
you're giving me smiles

you don't keep things very steady
but I'm feeling you and it's heavy
I've got a recluse vibe
but you dig me
you've got a twisted mind
and I wannna dig deep...
who needs ******* sleep?
cause I wanna bleed these sheets
((with whatever comes next
two bleeding hearts for romance
has gotta mean hot ***))
with only inspiration...
because passion creates feelings
creates paths that are freeing
creates monsters and tingling
creates goosebumps and scream queens
((and I like your ***** jeans,
I'm saying so much more
than what that means,
***** jeans :
adventures that aren't clean))
biting my lip isn't helping
biting my tongue is ******* annoying
((biting you wouldn't be boring))
I'm sometimes a sick kind of *****
take a breath before you sink in me

falling apart,
i'm isolated
eyes are open,
and the truths, dilated
too far broken to be on the mend
can't trust i'll ever have a genuine connection again...
and I'll never let you know how much you've hurt me
you'll never again see an ounce of honesty...
and that's the way it's gotta be,
the blame is not on me...
took my feelings and made a mockery
feels like there really shouldn't be shock from me
but what's to learn without atrocity?
you're misery
and i'm company

gotta slow down my empathy
to inhale the apathy
can't take much of reality
who's got time to be a wannabe?
I know all you do is pity me
and I pity you, but secretly

perhaps it's nothing at all
because nothing is still something
and sometimes that's enough
to be something
other than nothing