Drifting
With your wild, call the pace
taste the tracks of the waste
your wild, your sweet
your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
Let it slide, let it slide
ignore me and everything I’ve done
for I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one, and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks of the waste in my head
and you face me instead
I must be drifting somewhere
I held in my hand but it’s hard
so hard to see reason
the burning is here
is only here to follow through
but here it is harder
than a screaming fist and I hate it
it’s dark behind your smile
and I can follow through
Let it slide, let it slide
ignore me and everything I’ve done
for words like bullets
they know when to come
and taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
of the waste in my head
and you face me instead
well ignore me and everything I said
for I am stupid, I am poison
I held in my hand but it’s hard
so hard to see reason
it’s dark behind your smile
and I can follow through
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
with your wild, call the pace
taste the tracks of the waste
with your wild, with your sweet
with your cold black-eyed teeth |