From the golden streets of ancient Greece
To the cobblestone in Italy
These crumbling walls are breaking down
And open to set me free.
I want to leave this decrepit town
These weak and feeble streets
Escape the horror of my ways
Running too fast for my feet.
Maybe visit the Grand Canyon
Get back to New Orleans
For my cousin and her new baby
Drink in all these sights to see.
Michigan's pretty, but Flint's getting old
This ****** and crime needs to stop
Among all the violence and tragedy,
I've been clawing my way for the top.
But it's hard in a place so sad and angry
Where nobody seems to care
That's why I'll leave when I get the chance
So I can say I won't be returning there.
Please put the address on my box
And label it 'away'
That's the only place to go
Here I cannot stay.
I'd be leaving precious memories
Goodbye to summer, too
Maybe I'll find a better one
Or find a different you.
See ya to the teachers
That put me on the way
And adios to the people
That didn't tell me to stay.
I'll come back and visit
One day when I've been far
I'll have stories for you
Via planes and trains and cars.
I'll come see a football game
With the band I used to be
Reminisce on falls together
And call you up to see.
Because maybe you have left here too
You have the same old dreams
We were so alike, you know,
Wanderlust lovers, it seems.
I'll finish up what I have here
For now my dreams will wait
Get out and see the world with me
It's a chance I have to take.

You know the rags and riches
I went the other way around
I thought that I could handle it
I wouldn't make a sound.
And I thought that it'd be okay
If you loved me more and more
But I wasn't good enough
And I guess I was a bore.
But today was her birthday
The first time she wasn't here
You couldn't have picked it worse
To tell me, 'Just move on now, dear'.
So when you told me, I sat and thought
I've lost everyone so close
That I ***** up everything
I'm not fine, nobody knows.
I was eating dinner with my mom right next to me
Said 'I'm not feeling right'
"Oh, you'll be fine honey."
sigh Nah, this'll be a long night.
I crawled up in my bunk
To sit, lay down and cry
Repeated bad mantras
About how bad I want to die.
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,"
Oh, I said it a million times
I'm sick of all this now,
Just hoping I'll be fine.
Trudge into the shower
To wash sorrows away
Play some music loud
Maybe forget about the day.
"Things are getting weird, things are getting tough
Nothing's making sense but you keep on looking up
They tell you to be true, you're trying every day
You keep it on the real, still you gotta find a way.
To make your mama happy, to make your papa proud
You gotta turn it up but all you hear is turn it down.

Sometimes I wanna cry and throw the towel in
They try to beat me down but I'll take it on the chin
And everywhere I go the people are the same
They just wanna know that everything will be OK.
Things are getting rough, turn it back around
You gotta turn it up when they tell you tone it down."*
With this song on repeat
I work it up to say
To tell you I'll be done
And that this is the final day.
I have a few kind words
After one long horrid time
I mean the kindest way
*******, and in the worst kind.

Can you be my addiction?
My morphine, take my time
Can you take away the pain for me?
Addiction, will you be mine?
You feed the fire more and more
Keep me coming every day
Make me think you left too soon
Then turn around and stay.
Really, I'm pathetic
Needing this here to survive
I wake up wondering my next hit
Counting down till it arrives.
Speed is overrated
And crack is pretty lame
You're the one that's selling out
Your drug is this cities' game.
I've been trying out some dealers
But they never fit the bill
Their high just isn't as good as yours
Doesn't quite get me over the hill.
I'm taking myself to the ranch today
To take some time and gaze some stars
I'll leave you home, babe, not right now,
This retreat is pretty far.
As much as I love the hit I get
And calling you my own
I've got some courage way down deep
Thats scratching to be shown.
My reliance on you will be no more
I'm cutting loose this grip
My addiction, darling, my morphine
Has become one bad acid trip.
So I'll lay here and stargaze now
And these will be real stars
Not the ones created by your hit
My addiction is near and far.

These old memories that stick like glue
Bonded like some impossible atoms
Are flowing in some unstoppable rain
That never leaves but tends to stain.
These old songs I hear again
The ones I skipped on 'shuffle'
Are playing and I hear it now
The lyrics haven't changed the style.
These pictures that I throw away
Old pictures that bare your face
Are ones I cannot bare to see
In these pictures I don't see me.
These old shirts I've come to hate
Shirts that held one special date
Are rotting in the trash bag now
Your memory just makes me smile.
These old memories- I remember them
I realize now I'm free at last
I don't have to just live them anymore
These memories- well- they make me bored.
This wasn't a love song, no, not today
I'm better off without you, babe,
'Bestfriend? Sister!' Oh, such a lie
I hope one day you will realize.
You'll see me soon, out there, famous
And you'll be stuck in the clouds, dazing
Remember that when you miss me, dear,
Those memories are all that'll be here.

So in the end
These gates of white
Never could be darker
Roads to Hell
All paved in dirt
Is showing now the power.
And all my life
I've led the way
Kicked the rocks under my feet
Leading them
In streets so hot
The end taking them to meet.
These pearly gates
That laugh at us
These sinners, cold and weary
Hang our heads
But still we walk
Because I am not one for caring.
Hell is warm
But we are hot
Guess the killers a tan
Floating clouds
Above the sun
May not even get the chance.
And now I can't finish this poem
And maybe I will later
But I can't finish this poem
Because I don't know where I was going with it
Because the tears are refusing my view of the screen.

She's got something in her pocket
It belongs across her face
She keeps it very close at hand
But I fear it's been misplaced.
Lately, I can't find it
She's lost it since, it seems
The smile of her Brownie days
When she was young it gleamed.
Little girl with butterfly pins
Her pink dresses and toes
Is now the older, different girl
With deep dark nails and clothes.
Little girl with changing mind
Well, that may be true today
But the little part is long and gone
Now she's got more to say.
She thinks about the world right now
How it's all so sick and old
She understand how people work
Without having to be told.
She tells you what she thinks right then
And stresses all too much
She misses how the old days were
Even though she's young and such.
She's lonely in a different way
Where the people are still there
She's sitting around her favorite ones
This feeling is not rare.
She had something in her pocket
I hope she finds it soon
I want to see her smile  now
I want her to feel new.

One in the morning and I can't sleep
A billion times I have closed my eyes
A couple of shakes and I try to escape
But time has me, I sit and realize.
I focus on the clock that sits
And stares me down like a lion
My eyes are dry and I'm tired, I feel it,
I squeeze but I really can't start crying.
Time ticker strikes two and I yawn pretty big
I lay down so I'll be sane in the morning
But I guess sleep was not quite my motivation
Because I find reality, really, quite boring.
Quarter to four and my mind is a bore
I still sit and question my size
I'm small and mortal and dying, I know,
I'm nothing compared to the skies.
But the time is going, it still bores on,
It rambles like my thoughts on this night
And I won't go to bed because I know it won't stop
Clocks don't freeze at the first sign of life.
We're caught in the spiral that I've come to get
So I spend all my time imagining it gone
But here on this morning, when five rolls around,
These thoughts are not leaving at dawn.
I was thinking that maybe if I think hard enough
If I think all of these problems right through
I'll understand why I'm insane in this way
And why the clocks don't even care if there's dew.
Closer to six and my head hits the pillow
It's not time that I've seemed to understand
I really get, now, that I've been thinking too much
And I'm truly on the underhand.
I'm come to terms with the fact that one day
I'll just be words and thoughts and 'remember her's
My legacy will, one day, not exist
And my ideas will not be much of a blur.
I'm starting to see, as it's now seven o'clock
That the clocks are simply running the race
They're in the lead, slowly beating me,
Time is just the subject of the chase.