Begin - The Morning Of

Hang yourself like I’ve hung on

To every word you’ve ever said

Take those times in your car

When you’d be dressed to kill

On the way to see the stars held in your palm

But never let out for me to view

And replace them with that night out on your porch

This time I’m dressed to kill

And we’re killing time wishing it was each other

And if I had a dime for every time

I felt less potent then

A piece of dust collecting on my picture

Which lies face down

(Set your ice on this road

Turn your headlights ablast

Let’s make my first accident my last.)

On desolate shelf in your room

I’d be rich and wishing that you won’t be home soon

Move to the other coast 3,000 miles away

And then I’ll sing so you know

I’m making my way across these purple mountain majesties

Torch in hand ready to burn these amber waves of distance

Still hung over from the present and the past

Intoxication never lasts

All good things in life come to an end

And those experiences worth reliving

Are now eyes wide shut

They’re eyes wide shut

It silently screams to me

This unanswered question;

Was it fact or was it fiction?

Was it fiction?