This is a war
Of crowds drunk
With their fists pounding in the air
One ominous heartbeat
As they turn their ears away
From deafening music
Of undiscriminating souls
They turn it to the real music
And turn it to rock and roll

You Devil-may-care
Sleepy voiced rockstar
Are the answer to my problem

I had no answers previously
Nothing
Then you ordered me to make mistakes
And now I'm up for a Nobel Prize
I'm unwise

Your drunken gait
You're my prescription
To this affliction that caves my brain
Into a cavity of emptiness

Finally I'm feeling rotten and cool
It's better than being my Mama's fool
I'm ready to lose every virginity
I had left
Because you've made your music
My mind's address

What I like about Rock
Is what musicians do
When they have so little

And honestly,
At this moment
All that's running through my head,
Is rock n' roll,
And near memories..
Cotton candy sky,
And oxygen breeze.
My droopy eyes
Are that of relaxation,
Not any earth-grown happiness.
My slow heart beat is smooth sailing,
Not candy-like pills.
natural high
So beautiful in a way,
But darling..
Do you remember being high with me?
High on life and love..
Together,
Our hearts beating a irregular tune.
But that's no longer,
So I sit and listen to angry melodies,
Screechy guitar riffs
And lay here,
High alone.
Not nearly good as being high with you,
I can no longer hear your heartbeat..
Nor mine..