Through the withdrawn rear view addict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