I wish I was kicking up dust
like a white painted bus,
that could carry me far
from the cold county bars,
take me to a saloon
do some drugs in the car.
Realize the prison system
I was living in was just inside my heart.
I stumbled out of bed
my head was rock & roll a mess
I didn't care to drag a comb through it
cuz back in high school no one gave a shit.
My dreams were noble gas.
I got straight Zs ins every class.
I never go to church, but every year
I pray that I might pass.
My friends were like the walking dead.
I spent the summer in my head.
To keep myself from dying young
I burried myself in a book instead.
Until an angel led me to the institute
and bled and left a trail
for other exiles like me.
Across the university
to the room beneath the stage
to were the violins once played
she kissed me on the mouth
and whispered to me
I should never feel afraid.
I stumbled out on my front lawn
the sky was full of falling bombs.
I called in sick for the apocalypse
in time to see the hydrogen eclipse.
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