It's torn
This flaunted melody
I stand admired
Though former thoughts shattered
This bliss cherished
To not drink death
But to cradle it
Idly
They speak of love
And three months of no answers
Lusting after something unnamed
So terrible
With a drunken heart
Held eternally by another

Turn the music up
My favorite song
Ethereal
Set in motion
Ice cold window
Coasting at seventy-five
Dropping low
In the right direction
Passing every exit
The murals written
The night time
Jumbled emotions perpetuated
In a handshake
Or a smile
Sigh
Yeah
Now that's the real America

Vigilant at best
These tendrils of my mind
Enduring the mixture
Of gold and blood
To the graphite center
Of your dear heart
May I speak true?
Of perception
Through wires
Not bound
In the vivid corruption
That is my home
But of truth
Buried
With such a sweet friend
Forever

This late night testament
Of our forlorn grace
Starlit proof
Suffering of cast down treasure
Whilst driving through highways
Steady tempo
And keep your beat
To a certain future
Witness the sunk in smile
Never opposing
Always
Ever watchful
With blotted intentions

Maybe
Just maybe, it was all one sad moment
My mind rushed through the series of consequences
Could feel myself dry out
With your voice
Crackling
And shaking
I never felt such mortality
Promised it was for the best
For the return would be much sweeter
Promised I could still
Feel pain
As I write this in a cold coffeehouse
Flooded
No
Bare
Now you know
I never came back

God, and I felt so terrible
That you were obliged to sit in that corner
Fearing the worst
But I never withdrew my eyes
And they didn't stop talking
They thought they had my love
You knew it was beautifully fused in you
So I quickly take your hand
Out the backdoor
Into your car
Light up two Red's
Twenty-two degrees
Pass the winding street
Where my lover sleeps

Maybe it is my fault