you walk tri-city sidewalks in a circle little parking lot lover you hang and you hover ill sleep next to your bed all through the springtime beneath bright red streetlights in sickly slow oceanside salvation is in clear view
(oh the way…)
the sky over the highway whispers “come to me” so smooth like the ocean but im dirty like a sewer line inside I meticulously fantasize of suicide i die 1000 times inside my head and late at night i hear the wind I feel the death blows by semi trucks and I don’t give a shit about myself I want to jump but then I think about my family and the people that surround me and i..