Your self control might be a muscle spasm
New direction isn't everlasting though
Grope for straws you've got to plan

This week
Then the crutch dissolves
When she walks too sweet


Ration of blacktop on the slope of
Nowhere

Came out to greet the unresponsive
Stare
Turn green with envy over something

You missed
You didn't know what when you
Fell down in it


Walk on top, and you run beneath
The blacktop spreads

The blacktop speeds

Walk on top, and you run beneath

The blacktop spreads
The blacktop speeds