ARMS

i feel as if i'm supposed to be guilty, as if i were
responsible
i'm just reckless
not even driving, ever
i just feel as if a hole opened up beneath my feet
and so i fell
i guess rewards

ain't coming from above

i wanna call myself out
so i can kick myself in
so i won't fall back in-
just fall out
i feel as if the widows are crying, but their men are laughing
from some other side
a wormhole in the sky

another tombstone in the way

so i lie down for just a little
while
you sit and smile
behind the windows to my life of discontent

without content

i feel as if i now begin to realize
that all the good men
die young