there's so much i need to avoid
and without a direction
it makes sense drinking
whiskey in the morning

i wanted to be a cowboy
they keep things moving
look at the stars sometimes
on the trail in the morning

but I'm a child of pollution
and i can't stay gone too long
I'm drawn to the dark
and pain and soot and art

conflict in my insides
needs projection sometimes
barfights, loud noises
and ****** darkness