The Interstate

I miss the rain for I’m a thunder
How could they expect me to thrive in this barren land?

Anúncios
The Interstate

Torch

I spent last night trying to wrap my mind around
the things I thought were true, but are otherwise.
If I could only see the clock count backwards
the days and maybe then restore my path.

I ask him gently: how could I become this shell of a boy who once knew love?
The house is empty but my mind is brimful
I stare at walls and ceilings – where am I going to?

If I trade my soul would I finally get whatever it is that’s mine…
If I had eyes to see
Would I leave it all behind and shed those tears?
If you could only see the beast you’ve made of me
Leave it in the porch and torch the hopes in me

Torch