Like mainlining espresso.
Something in my veins bloodier than blood.
Like a barfight suckerpunch.
In a town full of Prius-es carting around disposable furniture and ideas.
Gotta change the wants.
Or is it the wanting that needs to change?
What you want sure isn’t what you want to be anymore.
Gotta commit or be committed.
Vows to love, to honor and to cherish should include to change.
Because that we can promise.
To become what they need
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm.
For him, for her, for him, for her, for him, for her, maybe even for me.
So needle me up and fill me with poison if it’ll help.
Like greyhounds, we can only run so fast or so far before we are completely lost.
Lean into the wind and move forward.
Try not to linger in the sand.
But the sand is warm, and quiet.
But, don’t rush this, baby.
The ashtray says you’ve been up all night…PRESS PLAY: