You're choking on a Jigsaw Puzzle
Cardboard claptrap
Caught in this riff raff
Pieces of hate
Which gets the last laugh
Ending gets its gift wrap

Let it circle the drain
Let it drip through the faucet
No anguish here, no pain  
Nothing can be flawless
Ground it up to sausage
Feed the dogs that garbage
That morsel of mental carnage.

Press your feet on concrete
Summer air it rings sweet
Press your feet on concrete
Freedom in the dead heat

Walking home on late nights
Lit up with these street lights
Counting side walk under your feet
Night birds get the cheap seat
Press your feet on concrete

I'm the sand in an hour glass
Waiting for some time to pass
And the brass tacks
Is time and space now
For what will last

And sometimes it's the same pixels
Making up the moon
It's starry eyes as fitful crystals
For a brown night sky they're strewn

As I raked sand across them,
The hot coals that once marked my road ahead
I covered them just enough,
So that I couldn't see them
And I breathed a deep sigh of relief in knowing
That now I can walk on fresh grass
Satisfied in knowing
My feet weren't made for coals

You're a cherry seed
in a shoe box apartment
a second floor's
the last thing you need