do I murder
when I forget you from afar
too drunk on the poison of endless roads
and the countless smokey bars.
but tension is to be loved
when it is like a passing note
to a beautiful, beautiful chord.
do I murder us
putting pavement through my veins
shooting in that special h*****n
for the seeking and displaced.
but tension is to be loved
when it is like a passing note
to a beautiful, beautiful chord