you told em that the words were freshnnresting on the tip of your tongue's wet fleshnnbut running from hysterical shoutsnnyou dropped your guns and tore the taster outnnnnand now you're passing out shuffling through coupons with a heart that's out of lovennand there are stars on the pavement but none up abovennnnyou're stuck with sun-stained hands and a mind that only works in reversennnnand irony blinks down the blocknnas the dinosaur is biting the clocknnnnwe both hear thenncrooked king screaming numbers from up on the acropolisnnand that they unfortunately match the ones contracting in your clinched tight fistnnnnflip the pillow cold side upnnand tell those motherfucckers you've since given upnnthat your life down the drain would be quick and free of painnnthat the hand that once fed your family is severed, soaking in the morning rainnnwhy keep trash when you can burn it down to ash?nnnnflip your glass upside downnnand let the last remaining drops slide to the groundnnthen stand up straight acceping your fate with a wicked little smile on your facennyour apposable thumbs now broken and numb, you're the animal you'd hoped to becomennand what's left of your love is rotting in a shredded doovennnnwith feathers exploding above younnnni was running and hiding from my dreamsnnand they were beautiful beautiful dreamsnnnnbut when you're promising yourself to forget what you lovennyou think that maybe things are not how they seemednnnnso shift your eyes from the barrel to my shivering headnnand god, tell me you understandnnnnthat i wanna laugh i wanna talk i wanna joke with younnbut the pistol isnt leavin my handnnnnman gave me the power to choose my lifennand im doing that the best that i cannnnnill cut off your face in one hot nightnnill send another cold muscle to the landnnnnthis is a problem worth denyingnni hear an unfamiliar sirennnnnand all kids must forgetnnwhatever theyve been learningnnbecause the sky isnt blue when its burningnnnnsipping up the thick, grey cloudsnnthe overcast skies are exciting me nownnthe lazy light and its dull displaynnfor some reason make it feel like a fridaynnnnwhen we're sitting with the city on the metrobusnnwondering how we let our goals slip away from usnnnnpeople come and people gonnand doors are closing fast and slownnand they try to measure love with timennwhen neither has anything to do with the othernnnnoh remember behind the bungalowsnnwhere the alley way met with the dirty patched belownnnnwhere the fathers waited in the blistering coldnnfor a taste of excitement, setting fire to the goalnnnnsingingnnnnall my worknngod, what's it worthnnbut a nicer room to watch my tv innnand a priviledged kid with a selfish grinnnnnhigh as hellnnspelunking in the wishing wellnnnnover green green grassnnthey're all racing homennand though the crowd is loudnnall absolutely alonennnnfire flies floating on the dirty airnnyou can put your car in park, get out, and run into the smognnor press down on the gas and murder your dognnnnwho screams louder,nnthe tires or the animal?nnnnthe citynnor the homeless man?nnthe spinning gearsnnor the mangled hand?nnnnapproach your life like the kissnnbecause the cradle rocks above an echoing abyssnnand dont you ever fucking reach the lipsnnbecause without our dreams, everything turns to shitnnnnthere we werennthere we stoodnnour bodies decomposing in the hundred acre woodsnnnngive me the wink of an eyenngive me the shake of a handnnshow me the bones beneath your skinnnor i will never understandnnnnhow to keep from slipping into placennhow to keep the ski mask over my smiling facennnngive me a trash can fire for the money we've been earningnnand come on kids, please tell your mothers where it's hurtingnnand don't forget to wake up in the morningnnbecause the sky isn't blue when it's burning