Dead Man -- Vulture

[dead man]

i'm


not sure anymore why i bother at all
something sticks if you can throw enough collage at the wall
heal my scars. fill the bathtub. watercolors, we talked
of love and sacrifice and how i worded it wrong
if you follow along it's all a part of the same
piece of memory i strained into a siphon and hanged
by the bed. so we could stare at it on turbulent days
i felt your chevy passing while i walked to the train
i'm sorry i can't focus on a chain of command
or a central theme. like destiny or taking a stand
we're strangers in a house. it's like we're making the band
strangers on a website where we speak with our hands
i'll never be the same as circa sometime before
guess i'm entertained the most when everybody is bored
born into a body with benevolent force
let it go to waste and wait to be a corpse. washed ashore
endorphins for a run and nicotine to absorb
breathe mist, remember all the nights i slept on the floor
my friends were all enlisted in a president's war
with a blanket from salvation army keeping me warm
if you made it this far you are my brother in arms
watched me rise and struggle hopelessly until i dissolve
it's only natural like highway traffic after the dawn
everybody left me so i'm finally calm
if you think it's deprecating for the sake of applause
you may be right. i hope you don't remember me at all
i hope this watch rusts and all my problems are solved
i hope they let me drive my honda home from the bar
caught in the riptides. searching for the sum of your parts
you know me best as your own interpretation to carve
so write me off. i'm somebody you've seen from afar
who's seen too many suicides to write for the art
fuck poetry and prose and all the things we revere
i tried to live for others and it landed me here
i'm no vonnegut or tolkein, hunter thompson or king
just a vulture with no wind beneath my wings





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