Too Far is the 4th song on "The Devil has Texas" by Henry Miller. Available everywhere on March 5th.

Righteous (a sweet syrup)
burns a hole in his hand.

Too slow, too little,
Too much. It’s gross
and I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired of living, and living partly.
I’m tired of silence. I want to go home.

I want to go home but not the house,
not the people, and not the always
doing wrong.

I want the warm, and I want the safe.
I want the rain, and I want the soft.

I want someone to tell me
it’s ok and I want
to believe it.

—

I love you too much
to let you do this to yourself!

Look at what you have!

It’s big, and it’s bright,
and it’s everything you ever
wanted!

It’s everything you wanted,
right?

It’s EVERYTHING!

Too Far

perhas

It's blue and it looks like nothing I've ever seen.
The silence is a color all its own.

And I'm so cold but these things are so easy to fix. I can help myself if I want to.



When the sun comes up
And the heat comes back,
I will be just the same.


I will be too far gone.

Eyelids Flutter

– I'm dreaming again –

I will be too far gone

Eyelids Flutter

– I'm dreaming again –


It's so blue – at least, it's supposed to be. I can't tell anything apart.

I'm always picking at the corners of my vision: Hoping that this isn't all there is.



When the sun comes up
And the heat comes back,
I will be just the same.


There I'll be: too far gone.

Eyelids Flutter

– Blistering! –

There I'll be: too far gone.

Eyelids Flutter


– Blistering!–

—

I HATE THE NOISE
I HATE THE SHARP
I JUST WANT TO
GO HOME.

—
Still, the sun comes up.
Still, the heat comes back.
And again I am the same!

Still, the sun comes up.
Still, the heat comes back.
And again I am the Same.
Still, the sun comes up. Still, the heat comes back and again I am the Same!
Still, the sun comes up. Still the heat comes back And again
And again and again
And again
And again
And again and aagin and again and again
And again and again adn
Again
And
Again


And again.

blister

Anything

The bearer of sensational news
Lonely eyes looking
Grab hold of something new
Soar and guilt and every day

Holes in my teeth

It's twisting
It's twist

Big holes where the shirt should be
It drapes
Got chunked on my way out
It shakes

Do something make it good
Gaze and understand

Do something Have it boil
Rush!

Make the blood shoot from fingers!

Every Day

I've been sick:

Holes in my teeth.

It's too hot – vomit suitcase.

Suck the blood
From violet hands.
Sit, and lay,
And blister.

Churn, and burst,

And knot. Squeeze, and

Blink, and cry. Hold it all together, now.

You're just as you were.

Feel it, sharp,
In the same one place.
Sit, and lay, and think, again.

Feel it, sharp.

Feel it, sharp, in the same one place.
Feel it, sharp.

Vomit Suitcase

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