But where’s the sweat? The blood? Life isn’t about smiles and forced politeness. Life is raw, it’s meant to leave marks on you.
Over the Tracks
A beach at night, without a moon. And me and you. The salt burned you right out of my eyes. Remedy clouds listlessly sailing through the night hid the words out of our mouths from our eyes. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.
Am I missing home or am I missing me.
I sleep in a cotton-scented coffin with mediocre dreams; seven days a week I fall back into vampire sleep.
This is why I push so hard. To see every outcome to its end.
I am closure in a red dress. I may never get this chance again.
Is it my jaw that is locked or is it your (E and F) dun-nuh-duh-nuh (or maybe F and F sharp) Jaws that are Locked.
You don’t have to lose me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from San Francisco to San Diego.
It’s for lovers, orjustfriends.
I don’t want to keep you I want to win.
Prattle Peach 