Spent smoke and the worn out view cast from my all to tired eye's The trail will always eventually have to meet a end no matter the distance you put between you and old ghosts and bad deeds.
Come here my dear and mend old wounds and give me some fresh scars tonight. ****** the worries away let the bottle sit by bedside table a reminder of my sweetest addictions The other lay beside me in such a perfect scene.
I new the game was over I just never had a backup plan or a simple out. Maybe I can glimpse the fire only to realizes one last thought filled spark. Let me say **** it all one last time but that would only prolong the walk and the dead mans hand is seldom a welcome guest at any gamblers table.
The pills were fun the women were better . My vices were my signature now a painting left empty without the frame. Maybe I cling to the night so I wouldn't have to turn last to you.
Morning light you wont catch me by anyone's side. I've left my mark now let the ******* fill in the blanks.
Shared stories and ******* friendship's I never had the time for either. A bus station escape I have been running far to long from what I never thought to question. Maybe my youth was washed away with the years.
There's to many to name so lets only recall the now. I sat upon the shore sending my verses across the waters to a void no one could ever fill. There's one last run I have yet to make. But the fire is out and so am I.