Through the puddles of drool
And set the radio to FM love songs
Clocked relapse defined by the rpm's of a static heart
Rumble strip as pulse prevents retreating eyes, dilate and close
What veins fail to carry
I can feel the dry heaves moisten, I can feel the blood withdraw
Dissolve into the coast like John Wayne
Through the withdrawn rear view addict
Your arms are a deprivation chamber
Tie off the concrete veins
You should have taken my keys
While my hands were shaking
Reanimated by the rush of eyes and horizon
Making track marks across
You could have kept the dead gone
Red light could kick this habit, needle full of junkies fuel
Sterile to sixty in forever flat
You want me dead, you should have called me home
With a turn of the key
Entombed in the soil of arms
You are my failed twelve step program
Drenched to the drawn teeth in seething foam
Drops of blood on her fingertips
Nothing warms like a road flare when caution sets
Raise the breathing abrasion
Lost motor skills and a set cruise control
Mainline the highway, baby
Mangled insect screams
Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines
