All the ghosts / who never sinned

Are gossiping up in heaven again

They say Michael has been visiting Lucifer’s wings again

They say it’s the anniversary / it’s a spring ritual

From when Michael cast off his own dark parts

And Lucifer abandoned his angel wings  

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The grave / in modern day / is now half lit by the Denny’s open sign

Buzzing like neon only half the lights are broken

And Michael himself

Is half shadowed by his cigarette / he tells himself he’s not sinning

Because this drug isn’t against the law / and he can’t ever **** himself

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The drag pulls at the place humans have hearts

And it hurts like a flaming sword

His hand hasn’t stopped shaking / by the time he breathes all the tar out

He breathes out again and again / like there might still be smoke in his lungs

And is he wrong?

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All the humans / who were sinning when lucifer fell

Were gossiping on earth

And Michael’s hearing the story again / through the ***** Denny’s window

Some kid who lives off / ego / drugs / and subreddit pages

Tells another around a mouthful of pancakes

“When Lucifer fell he cried and his tears scared his face,”

And Michael who couldn’t watch then / doesn’t know if this rumor is true now

And the other kid in the booth / thinks the boy is a philosophical genius

Just grins around his own pancakes and drugs / says “everything tastes like chalk.”

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Michael’s stuck on asphalt

Digging his toes hard into his shoes and / his whole foot lays flat pushing into the ground

But he wants to take his own head off

To let it spin away

Or maybe he just needs to lose pieces of himself / let the roses blooming beneath the skin

Cut away at the bone until he’s bleeding enough to be mortal

And sit with the two kids who don’t know themselves

I'm finally starting to realize
What they really mean -- those glassy eyes.
Besides batshit Monday highs

It hurts to come up with a time frame
How long I've been playing this game

Wading through that alphabet soup
Trying to fashion words out of neural impulses

Anything that leaves my lips makes little sense
So I'd given up one day
Now I build neon signs to flash over the freeway

But I guess most of us are blind
And I'll die on this bridge
Without my pilfered mind