Swisher sweets line the streets
crinkling these days
Cool air brushes sunset over lost ways
I hear music, and bruises, and a gathering out loud
but I'm walking
and I'll never get there anyhow
I am
noticing the way the pavement meets the brush
It's a rush of cracks and roughness running into green fluff
I think that good lives
make a beautiful place
but I'm walking
in the middle of the race
I keep falling asleep with my clothes on
and waking up to a well lit but very dark morn
I am shirking responsibilities closing doors and slamming shutters
appealing to the lowest sensibilities
and feeling proud for moving clutter
I know that this world requires cars
instead of shoes
but I'm walking
and I have no idea what is true
With a firm grasp on what is believed though
it’s easy to know
that the middle class show
is a heart bled on all of my sleeves
So that
forward in the passing of time
it moves on
How are we supposed to catch up
to smooth lawns
and when is it that never enough's a coupon
for breathing out your dreams in a puff
to prove wrong
I'm not rolling, stoner
there's enough moss already
cause I'm walking
alone and my heartbeat is steady
I am feeling
aloof
While the future is dreaded
and my heart is
misused
but my eyebrows are threaded
With doll hairs
and small cares
and supreme disbelief
At all of these malls here
but not on this street
Not hawking this wares
Not caring to dare
If you feel this beat
you just might disappear
You just might need some air
You just might have stopped caring
or you're too self-aware
cause you are walking
Because you're obviously unwilling or unable to pay fares
But I say hold the glare and let the mirror stare
It's not enough to be happy
when you're breathing scared
Now you should hold it in
Now you should tell a friend
Now you should call up all your parents
asking why you and why them
Look for the savior in the moment
when you are brave enough to own
the way control has taken over
Your control is a component
but the crowd controls the picture
Dirty feet to dirty dishes
you can wash them if you wishes
but swisher sweets leave sweeter kisses
I think
We're told that at the end
it all comes down to drive
and the willingness to light your ass on fire
running backwards to arrive
I'm sure they're right
but I can't stop walking
and I keep breathing smoke out in my sighs