Is this thing on, hello?,

I need some space to mellow.

My head about to explode,

My brain feel just like jello.

I'm shaking with the tremors,

Like ninety year old fellows.

This spot is reserved,

Can't retire feeling special.

Tired of dudes that feel special,

That environment to me is stressful.

Don't be proud of me or give medals

If I didn't do shit, don't deserve it

Memories dissolve I got

No need for a chainsaws

The claws are un-paused

The brain is mentally lost

We cross the same path

but no eye contact

Bank account get subtracted

from all our transactions

I'm paper bag sack lunch

Skin peeled from the sun

I never was the one

Spitted from my tongue

Hail Mary to the end zone

I don't write it with the PEN

Type it in with my vitamins

Every minute counts

always had a Erie  sound

Probably will never amount

to anything I'm just letters

And push towards the levee

Leave letters in mailbox

Add another brick to the bridge

before it crumbles

shit makes me cringe

try to keep the engine in good condition

It doesn't matter if they don't listen

rotting in my sanctuary

thank you Mary, thank you very

much, the flying Dutchman

smoke from the dutch flying up.

LETTERS TO NOWHERE

CRASHING