I always thought that I could fly
But your words..and your punches kept me separated from the sky
Next stop, memory lane.
Land of the insane, I don’t like making many trips there.
See there, you can find Depression Avenue where you’ll see
the most beautiful buildings decorated in all my screwed up thoughts and obsessions.
Over there, that’s anxiety road
Not many people live there but the windows… are draped in sheets of angelic white.
Where you’ll see cobblestones that are made from my fears and frustrations.
Each step on that trail kissed by my own self loathing and the words…you used to say to me
Step one, you’ll never be shit.
Step two, All you are is a fucking cripple.
Step three, You think kids like you make it out of places like this?
Step four, now that’s when you start to get to where the ghosts and ghouls live.
Let’s back track, see Anxiety Road isn’t where you wanna be
Come with me
I’ll take you to the intersection of Sodom and Gomorrah.
That’s where I keep all the places I’ve never seen
and all the people I’ll never be.
The girls I could never have
The life that I wish I had.
You are merely a passenger on this acid trap
Go and pack up your bags.
I’ve made this place out of unhappy homes and failed aspirations.
Sometimes when you stay here too long…you can still hear them.
The smell of these neighborhoods, drenched in cheap corner store liquor and Newport cigarettes.
I don’t like making many trips here
I’d much rather cut off these ties.
Vacation in the ville of dreams
and rest in the land of the wise.
But I’m here.
Stuck in Memory Lane..
and I’m still trying to figure how to get out.