Inspireing decay, I'm running away from it all today
Inpaired fare, No use to pay when you are about to lose it all
Frequent fray, Quivering decay, I'm going to ruin it all today
Frosted snow flakes on a heated dashboard, I used to know you, But i don't anymore.
If i give you my keys will you drive me home or steal my car?
And if i say you love me will you show me your heart?
What if i gave your friend a smile but left you in the gravel?
would you stand up and ask for advice from the panel?
Will you stand around asking me to collect or pass around the glass?
and see what friends came to the funreal.
I doubt you'll live long enough to awsner me but I want to know
If i say i can make it snow will you throw ice up in the air to make me feel like I have a reason?
Will you go through my pictures and erase the red and green so people can see the real me and not the evil of me?
Will you give me a secound chance if I see you heaven to split things down the middle and give you a share?
In a world, One that god just must depise becuase when i ask all these questions I get nothing but lies!
I'm feeling my mouth with tar, I'm spitting out my own teeth, I just want you to know I need you more then you'll ever need me
Give that picture to my mom, say i died a gentlemen
Give this one to my dad, Say I died a star
This one is for my sisters, Say I won't ever die again
This one, Share with my brother, Say I did't die, Don't let him down the way I did.
Don't let me sleep here, I got a home without smoke
And I want to sleep where the ghosts reign the spirt remains a spooked rellocollection of the worlds around and feverous monsters pecking at my heart like a dead rat along the road.
The ghosts in the mirror the one I became.
The ghosts in the mirror the one I became.
The ghosts in the mirror the one I became.
Ray Mesa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acoustic-journal-of-a-traveling-spirt/
