Collapsed-Avenue Cornerstore

who walked mud into the house?

i did 

who’s blood is this ?

its mine 

who’s growing hazier ?

ha me

who’s ready to leave this town ?

lets go 

on second thought 

where will i go 

when will i get better 

maybe when i realize she’s not getting better 

maybe I’m not my mother 

maybe I’m not a dirtbag 

maybe i am getting better 

but maybe I’m tired of running away 

maybe all this will blow away 

maybe the truth will come out 

people already know my secrets 

you become the lies you tell 

my lies are to sell 

but not selling 

the customers aren’t buying 

the customers have lies of their own 

why would they wanna buy my clone 

my print out 

but this is the last waist of paper i copy 

maybe i should leave the trees alone 

i shut it down 

I’ve thrown it down into the ground 

feeling no more bounds 

I’m staying 

no more playing 

disappointment has been my virtue 

what about my morality

I’ve been listening to music i don’t even know 

what about some assets of my own name

my own mane.