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Onramp

You set the stage, this stage is an overpass

Bleak concrete black sky, and we’re out of gas.

Can’t sleep, can’t breathe, can’t jump can’t

See.

Till you’re pushed off the road and driven down

 

When love hits it’s a hollowpoint, a strangle-hold pin

Shrapnel cutting like the sand off the dunes in the wind.

You can stay up all night and try to find every

Piece --

Or you can suffer with me

 

I can’t tell if you saved me or threw me away

When sobriety’s a suicidal Easter day

Your voice sings the machine like it used to in my

Dreams

For what it’s worth, I don’t know why I’m still around

 

And these forgotten railways running side by side

Make the iron in your veins my own brackish rising tide

Just lemme drop, don’t cry, don’t stop me

Please.

Because I’m finally free.

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