Kmart And Cadillacs

A quarter dead, and three quarters getting there

Forever has fled in the blink of my eyes are

So tired, and so dry, and so hurting

How I long to swing on Robert's tall birches

But I can't, because you won't let me

I'm so dull, because that's how you made me

So take my hand

Don't let it go

You so full of faith so full of youth

Cracking teeth, brittle bones, and plastic hips

Death's simple metaphor, tatoos and pierced lips

The sky sends pictures to sift and sort through

But all I can make is polluted air and nothing new

So here I am, so broken down

So alone like a verb without a noun