Eat Your Fireworks

it's been duly noted

recorded documented cataloged

a celebration of loss

the sight of a mother who can't recognize

her life is passing her by

six strings and seven stories of a boy who lost his glory

he tied the noose and said hey cut me loose

and the smile on her face lets me know she's awake

dear Omaha there's a problem with binding lovers

there is no space for growth with others

and the fire of apathy seems to consume everything

until we can't breath until we can't see

and the smile on her face let's me know she's awake

and the touch of her hand lets me know that she can get me through this day

and the sound of her sigh lets me know she's alive

and the will that she breaks lets me know that I might make it through this day

and I can't remember how I got here