Self Centered

It's easy to view you as a target, see sights and smell frights, rotten citrus jolt to listen

The misses were easier to stomach then the confidence, long neck holding up a pedestal

I peddled to win black jack, hit me till my newspaper falls in the spring puddle

The same one where the reflection mettles stars from the rear view mirrors

Switching lanes passing blame middle finger luck comes with the shame

Stumbled over my middle name, M, knew the mirage was really just memories

Remembered the friends came with amusement, relationships came with easements

Packed in a basement, uneven dreams made the ceiling look feasible, free and easy like a terminal

Earnest, I earned it, worked hard still acting like a tourist, act like you never knew it, smile till you worship

Beg till your pockets spread, Send a hymn, five ink strokes on the whiteness of your bridge to your nose to expose the freedom we carry as a loan, Interested by the contenders, the sane staying content while I learn to worship my speed and the set.  I sat and watch the train graffiti as I listened to the brakes send a dial tone.  A new ohm, industrial poems, new ventilation big tubes flowing shared air, pass it off to the next door neighbors, A bare tare.  Bartender!

I need a fix, I need you to stop stealing feelings, make believe stale, I didn't make you pale, I never felt those things before, comparisons compartmentalized, as long as I'm surrounded I can still be found wandering.  The stars told me fortune, mischievous luxury wrapped in a torso, bound by the weight of less lives often.  Loss has it's importance,

It flutters to and fro like a moth does from a light to a pole.  Boredoms in a thrust, worry about your image, stained like your color after spilling red merlot drinking from the bottle, laughing like it's not a problem but chastity wasn't to be bothered.  I'm bothered by my own gullibility because I make my actions and real is words through your eyes and real is guilty.  Real is being able to reel in that lure, find your worm nibbled, but your location was a blur.  My location I was moving, distance in an instant,  miles became misfits misery stuck it's head out through my moralities impotence

I'm the one who caused this fear, nearing a little crack of a lifestyle I uphold, I try to mold to show that I'm open

Frayed books caught burnt sentences left broken, words still readable it's in the memory still able to see through

Transparent like you stare and it really didn't mean this.  Type away the fallacies, my brave honor meet me at the palisades, the walls were bigger in person because the addiction, the slope, the miles an hour, the hope, tied the few days up like presents, the rest felt like how friction floats, skin taste sour, soap on the floor, and now I'm present.