one day i will find a suit that fits


i don’t feel that bad
i told you i’d leave and
that is that
and so for a moment i feel
nice at home
i guess i quickly get tired
of the open road
really i care less about
what happens or not
all these people they need
to go and get shot
cuz when it looks to be
something you know you are wrong
and that apathy seeps under
your sheets after long
so somewhere oh somewhere
a beautiful girl is wanting me
or there’s some drugs to do
or explosions to see
but even at this point
if i took to the sea
drove across country lines
to get somewhere finally
there’d be something there
to drive me right back here
to think about what-if’s
and cower in fear.