Boyd

Boyd was a cop on the L.A. beat

saw the craziest things that you'd never believe

half- faced teens without a lease on life

coat hangered girls, panicked junkies running dry.

flesh peeling from a rotting stain on the arm.

and punk rock bands that suck like mine.

mom married Boyd when i was just a child

he raised me as his own told me stories late at night,

stars in my head, until mom was bleeding on the phone

spirits crushed by the flash, son i guess you're all alone.

sweat my nights away Boyd's voice like an alarm.

aren't you glad you stayed inside....