12/19/2005
Table Resignation
So many things I cant let go of but still haunt me.
So many places reach out to me when I drive by.
There's a fire behind those eyes I see in the reflection.
The storefront window.
The one with the lights.
That's all I see - lights, lights, lights, skys that are no longer blue and orange.
Grass that's no longer green.
As many times as I try, I fail.
And one more time after that.
All I hear is the piano in my head, the devil on my shoulder - whispering things to me.
Am I good or bad?
So many places reach out to me when I drive by.
There's a fire behind those eyes I see in the reflection.
The storefront window.
The one with the lights.
That's all I see - lights, lights, lights, skys that are no longer blue and orange.
Grass that's no longer green.
As many times as I try, I fail.
And one more time after that.
All I hear is the piano in my head, the devil on my shoulder - whispering things to me.
Am I good or bad?
