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• Paul Newman and the Ride Home
• Sisyphus Complex

Sometimes it takes everything
falling apart to smile.
Watching the world burn
keeps you war for a while.
My jaw aches from grinding
my teeth when I sleep,
and the hole in my chest
is eight miles deep.
Irony’s great but it won’t
pay my court fees.
My thought start to stop
at a hundred degrees.
Each day’s a chance for
things to get worse.
If you’re not dying from cancer
you’re dying from thirst.
Each moment’s building up to
nothing. It seems like
I can’t fall asleep
cos I stopped having dreams.
Hate is our candy,
love’s our disease,
desperation is somehow
all that we need,
I’ve got identical blisters
on each heel,
but I keep moving on,
so I know they won’t heal.

Sometimes it takes everything
falling down not to feel
like all the paint on my
walls is starting to peel.

Here we go again

Sat down to write,
made an honest attempt,
it was earnestly forced
and came out half bent.
the pen met the paper,
it was sadly contrived,
so I burned a few down,
contemplated some rhymes.
In an over composed,
premeditated sort of way,
I got it all out
not knowing what to say.
Sometimes it takes fucking up
to be ok
and it takes a ticket home
to decide you want to stay.
Things will catch up to us
from when we were young.
I’m twenty-two now,
but I won’t be for long.
Sometimes it takes
forgetting every line
to remember who you are
and why you’re even trying.
Pouring over words for a song
no one will hear
is the only sense I can make
albeit unclear.

Meaning and clarity aren’t mutually
exclusive in the end.
Sisyphus said it best when he said,
“shit, here we go again.”

Here we go aging

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