Laugh, Fall or The Road

I pretend these lights are on for free

I clean up for rewards

I share the parts of myself that taste good

And hide the rot

I nibble on alone in times like these

I want you to bury me

To make you live to say

And every inch is one more flaming lung

My laugh, fall, or the road



Sleep is the best drug

I saw my Moon

That and wishing she was on Mars

Anything but saying she wished she was

Dead

I remember wonder what was the

Difference to people left around

Messes not picked up

Infections let to green



I laugh, follow the road