One Man

Coffee and cigarettes,
I'm dying in doses.
I know what I was meant to be, predestined futures are spun for us all. The family shows how to live, how to love, how to make ends meet.
And I don't wanna be saved,
(must be the way I was raised)
And sometimes I don't wanna get saved,
(Contrary to the way I was raised)
And I don't know what this is, but it feels a lot like Hell. But things aren't so bad. There're some pretty bright lights around here after all. After all.
I always smell like a bar.
Liquor on my breath just from sniffing vapor. There isn't really a road to where I am.
I want to say something beautiful, but find a lack of words. And a subject so vague, I could be excited about it.
The tallies on my arm are starting to itch. (Do you know what I'm counting?)
Where'd you go? Where are you? I'll pull your strings and bring this kite right back down. All the way down, here, next to me.
Don't fly little one, I can't.
So we'll make a Great Compromise
and walk side-by-side
feathers twined with fingers
on these dark, midnight roads
each of us with someone else who doesn't sleep.
'Cause it's not that bad, but one does want for understanding. The family paved the way, but I ran and lost the trail. It's a Kansas City Shuffle. They look left, you go right.

Okay, that's enough nonsense for now.