"While Sitting in Traffic on a Tuesday Evening”
I guess I'm supposed to give a fuck.
Our home – our sanctuary; burnt selfishly by one
The day is going to hit you when you realize she’s no longer a choice you get to make because she finally chose someone who chose her. You’ll cross paths and she won’t notice you because she’s staring at someone else laughing harder than you’ve ever seen her.
When a backpack doubles as a pillow
I rarely hold a testimony or a microphone
Gentle kisses, ones that I’ll be missing
You don’t want to explore her mind
It’s like we never met
Staring in the eyes of regret
Seeing you with your face on
We journeyed till we faced off
Literally in limbo
Bending over backwards
How low can we go before we all fall down and become merely ashes meaningless dust?
Falling out over mistrust
Discussions fueled by lust
Road trippin’ , road ragin'
Backtracking, we got lost on our way
Retracing our steps to find out where we left ourselves
Looking out for land-markers in the search for direction
Trying to blend into a void that goes only one direction
Hoping to fill it via the art of deception
Masterfully avoiding detection
Setting fire to apprehension left ablaze to sway this way to obstruct the views of the other
Otherwise known as another
We operate, we cruise in and out of crews
Then we cut to the chase racing to acquire singing in the name of our hearts desire
To raise up a chest that cages a heart that can’t even be reached via long distance or spare a minute for local calls or receive texts
“Locked up they won’t let me out” cries of the heart that is protected from freedom and hurts to be heard and longs to be seen… begging for airtime pleading to break out and be broken in, put to work to elude the default
For you are not alone, you are only lonely hearts chained behind barricades of property and offers claimed for a rate with taxes included and prices that are subject to change….
For we are not alone we are only lonely hearts chained behind barricades of property and offers claimed for a rate with taxes included and prices that are subject to change….
…. signals dropped
No longer in range
cries of the heart.
Respect is earned. I thought I had earned your’s, no?