| a slightly aimless poem
There's a certain sense of justice
when we see the mighty fall
there's a certain satisfaction
when the gods are made to crawl
but if your God is out there,
then I'd like to hear Him call
He stands powerless before us
if He's even there at all
and these nights are worse then winter
'cuz the cold is all inside
when our simple lives are splintered
and now we can't rely
on the whisperings of angels
who have fallen long ago
and it's far too late to wonder
and impossible to know.
my own thoughts are foreign
my reasoning unclear
and even I can't justify
what I'm doing here
and I've given up on trying
things are better off this way
I lie and steal and dream of dying
every single day
but damn I'll keep on breathing, cuz ya never know
in the morning hours maybe all these scars will start to show
me exactly what went wrong, but this drink is so damn strong
and it's taking way too long to crawl my way back home.
when these bitter aggravations start digging us a grave,
when these minor complications are more then we can say
there's nothing left to turn to, cuz we can't escape the day
when our outer walls, like waterfalls, crash and wash away.
every night I write a song
and they're all written for her
but by sunrise I realize
I can't recall a word
but there's never something right to say,
and I'd just fuck up anyway
and I know she'd like to trust me, but I don't think she should
I'm just another shady character in a shady neighborhood.
and I'd love to stay the night, but I must be heading home
god knows I can't be comfortable, so I'd rather be alone
and every night it ends like this,
I don't know what I want
I don't know how to finish
what I never had to start
but knowing what I know today, I wouldn't end it anyway
'cuz nothing seems to say goodbye
like her eyes when she starts to cry
and what hope can tommorow bring
If I can't believe in anything?
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"There are not enough jails, not enough policemen, not enough courts to enforce a law not supported by the people" - Hubert Humphrey
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