I’M STUCK IN TRAFFIC CURSING AT PEOPLE I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT HOME AND PORE WHISKEY DOWN MY THROAT I WALK INTO OUR ROOM AND TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF IN THE DARK YOUR BODY STRETCHED OUT LONG AND I KNOW YOUR DAY WAS HARD SO I SLIDE BETWEEN THE COVERS QUIET/GENTLY, NOT TO WAKE YOU KISS YOUR FOREHEAD AND HOPE THE SMELL OF ALCOHOL EVADES YOU AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SPIN LIKE A MOTHER ROCKS HER BABY AND I DRIFT AWAY, UNTIL MORNING COMES TO WAKE US WHERE WE CAN’T SEE THAT SKY FULL OF GHOSTS NO WE CAN’T SEE THAT SKY FULL OF GHOSTS THEY SING I WISH I WOULD HAVE WORKED LESS I WISH I WOULD HAVE KEPT IN TOUCH WITH FRIENDS ... I WISH I HAD EXPRESSED MYSELF I WISH THAT I COULD HAVE BEEN ME I WISH THAT I HAD LET MYSELF REALLY BE HAPPY ... MEMORIES ARE FADING ALL THE SEASONS WE FORGOT NOTHING SEEMED TO HAPPEN QUITE LIKE WE THOUGHT NOW IS THE ENVY THE FUTURE'S REGRET WHEN WE'LL JOIN IN THE CHORUS

I CAN’T SEE THE FOREST FOR THE TREES BUT I CAN SEE THE CITY FOR THE STREETS STUCK IN MY PERFECT IDEOLOGY BUT THERE’S NO HOPE, IF NOTHING CAN BE ACHIEVED I KNOW THESE METAPHORS WON’T LAST THERE’S NO SOLUTION WE'RE JUST REACHING FOR THE PAST SO I’VE BEEN BUILDING MYSELF A WHITE PICKET CROWN AND PRAYING THAT I GET USE TO THE SOUNDS OF THE CARS PASSING BY AND I’VE BEEN THINKING UP DIFFERENT CORPORATE SCHEMES A HOLLOW ANARCHIST WITH CAPITALIST DREAMS BUT IT’S HARD TO SAY GOODBYE I CLIMBED TO THE TOP, OF THE THEOLOGICAL TREE AND I HIT EVERY BRANCH, AT LEAST TO SOME DEGREE (ON THE WAY BACK DOWN) YOU SPOKE OF LOVE AND YOU SPOKE OF HELL OF ALL YOUR MIRACLES AND THE THINGS TO SELL BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE CAUSE WHEN I SPIT IN THEIR EYES THE BLIND DON’T EVER SEE SO I’VE BEEN BUILDING MYSELF A WHITE PICKET CROWN AND PRAYING THAT I HAVE TIME TO LIE DOWN TO CLOSE MY HEAVY EYES OR I’LL KEEP DRINKING UNTIL I BURST AT THE SEAMS UNTIL I AM JUST A COG IN THE MACHINE AND CELEBRATE THE FOURTH OF JULY SO ALL MY SEARCHING COMES DOWN TO AN AXIOM OF GOD WE'RE PRESUPPOSING WHETHER OR NOT YOU ARE BUT I'M LEARNING HOW TO LIVE IN THE CONTRADICTIONS WHERE LOGIC AND REASON ARE TRUMPED BY FEAR AND FICTION IT'S TRUE WE'RE ALL WILLFULLY MISINFORMED WE LIKE OUR LITTLE KINGS TO BE COLORED ORANGE SO LET'S GENERALIZE THE WORLD DOWN TO ONES AND ZEROS THE WORLD IN BLACK AND WHITE THE NEW REIN OF NERO ALL OF THE QUESTIONS YOU HAVE TO ANSWER TRUE OR FALSE THERE ARE NO OTHER OPTIONS FOR NONE OF THE ABOVE SO I'VE BEEN BUILDING MYSELF A WHITE PICKET CROWN AND PRAYING WE HAVE TIME TO TURN AROUND BUT I CAN'T EVEN TRY AND I'VE BEEN WISHING THAT I KNEW HOW TO MAKE AMENDS BUT I JUST LOCK MYSELF INSIDE MY PICKET FENCE AND TRY TO STOP ASKING WHY