I walk down these streets every day
empty wallet empty palms
stretched out towards the nothing
that rises above
my drunken eyes
to see nothing that I haven't dreamed of
Can't even hope or think
that anything's going to REALLY happen
Don't even cast a line towards
a friendship that I won't call a dead fish
No More Girl
To inject like a heroine
into the vein of a vain life
No More God
To answer a prayer that
There was hope for a wife
Be my savior
Wash away my sins
I want a fresh start
So I can do it all over again
I just sink into a gutter and
curl up on my own affections
that someone years ago said
might mean something worth while
can I get a Hellelujah?
Why not ship me to Fallujah
on your campaign trail of tears
and broken dreams you raised me on?
Military's lookin like a bright side
to a statistical suicide
They used to call me back in
High school when nobody else would.
She was injected into my life in vain
A heroine to show me what I could have been.
I know now what could have been.
I ache for ignorance.
I walk down these streets every day
empty wallet empty palms
stretched out towards the something
I remember and may be again.
This was just a
passing feeling
Time and living
will get me healing.
