I only know that I miss those times between miles
Where I tripped myself right out of my own head

I miss the strychnine smile
The fleeting dread, where summer was winding low

Big brown eyes, I miss blue, green in suede and make believe
The color, the rain on skin beneath an autumn sky, making love on dead end roads
With dead end lovers

The vibrant colors washed to pale when a childhood was lost
Towers crumbling under the weight of rust, lost forevers
Grown cold and old in bones and skin, watching myself turn to dust

It doesn't matter how far I ran, how swift
Closing my grasp on empty air, reaching for my next catastrophe
I remember sinking sands

Whispered blasphemy, on blue raspberry lips
Drama was everywhere, and consequences were nothin'
Umbrella
Sword
Spar sessions
And blunts dipped in liquor before tongue snuffin' out the cherries

Oaths and vows, retold over shot glasses
And fallen friends
When Friday was just a day and Monday was any day
We took it any way we could get our hands on it

That was just a week in the life
Of this village idiot


The river was our lullaby, and the stars our roof
Back when we lived minute by minute
Ten foot tall, bullet proof

God damn we were omnipotent