emptied out.
a half empty glass in vague rivers of doubt
sun shining down in the insipid southwest
words whispered had left me in a trance
woke up spiraling + perfecting a lonesome dance
i'm bringing it on tour.
it's not headed east.
(at least that's what I'll say.)

sleeping aides take control of the day.
TV at 4 AM  because theres no point in saying...
ambivalence so frivolous brought me here
lead on so long
i'm wrong + you're gone
standing on this fencepost
waiting on your turn
will you pull and embrace me
or shove me so I learn
that perhaps my only romance
will lie in song as it burns

flickering + weak
overwrought on the spot
insalubrious notions
piercing through me as we part
soaring through the shadows
comfortless clouds have brought
and once again I'm followed
by a sick and damaged heart.