Arizona

You default to a trademark move

Pushing outwards and impulsing

Bringing friction to our words

Disassembling framework

 

Do you need breathing room?

Chest compressed and bothered

Is it hot in this place?

Are you seeking water?

Holding out for a chance

To walk on the outside

Are the basics there?

Are you chasing air?

 

Carry on wayward son

Glass eyed, I found you here on your own - stoned

You were home till you disappeared

Leaving weight on my shoulders

Carry on my son

Glass eyed, I found you here on your own - stoned

You were gold till you disappeared

Leaving weight on my shoulders

 

Cold, disingenuous likeness

Is keeping me paralyzed and paranoid

Repetitiously seething 

So your pockets are full

But your hands are in mine

 

You default to a trademark move

Pushing outwards and impulsing

Bringing friction to our words

Disassembling framework

 

Chase away from me...

Honestly, which is the worst catastrophe:

Seeing the lie in your eyes

Or conspiracy guised in fallacy?

Chase away from me...

Honestly, which is the worst catastrophe:

Ignoring the lie in your eyes

Or losing a friend from my life?