Fixated

So fixated on the road we traveled upon
That I neglected to see when you left me.
Where have you gone?
I can't turn back the time.
The minute hand moves in cadence with mine.
In circles we spun.
Now you're out on the run,
And I can't match your stride.

I'll travel wide. I'll travel far.
I don't need a map, and I don't need a car
To find my way back to your heart.

So fixated on the roles we thought were wrong.
I played my part. Deceit was my art,
But you caught on.

We found solace in the trees.
Covered up with leaves,
The world cannot plague us now.
If you stay with me
I promise I can be
A stronger man somehow.
You're the one thing I cannot do without.

So I'll travel wide. I'll travel far.
I don't need a map, and I don't need a car
To find my way back to your heart.

- afm

Standstill

You caught the cradle when it was falling.
You hurried faster when I was calling.
You wrapped the bandage when I was bleeding.
You kissed my bruises when they needed healing.
My careless days are far from over.
I'm still drunk, and you're still sober,
Sober to the bone,
So learn to let me go.

"How could I let go of something so beautiful?
I think you should know that I can't do this on my own."
I'll stop trying, you'll stop caring.
Call me blind, but I'm still staring at the kid I know,
The kid I know who'll never grow.

I'm not the hero. I'm not the villain.
I'm just a criminal who's only stealin'
All your time and all your pride.
All the things that you call mine
Are buried down below,
So learn to let me go.

"How could I let go of something so beautiful?
I think you should know that I can't do this on my own."
I'll stop trying, you'll stop caring.
Call me blind, but I'm still staring at the kid I know,
The kid I know who'll never grow.

- afm

The Alex Show - Episode 68

Life is so short. I wonder how much of it I've wasted reminding myself this.

third is the one with the hairy chest

I was taught to be second to none, but they say first is the worst.
Take the wheel and drive, son. They gave me keys to a hearse.
In this day in age, it's not about the money you make,
Or the people you touch or the lives that you save,
But how many likes you get on your pictures, so that's why I figure
I'll apply the same idea to my grave.
No sons to list, not husband or mister.
No "he'll be dearly missed," no passage, no scripture.
Just a blown up selfie of me flippin' my finger while grabbin' my dick
Turned half way around so you can plant one on my kisser.
Speaking of plants and of birds,
I'd much rather prefer no place for the flowers to grow or the wallowers to sit.
Instead, do me a favor. On every able acre replace that space with a canister for the haters to spit.
Or you can light a candle and burn it from both angles,
Hold it still as it burns you and try to test your limits.
Once you can't take it any longer,
Let the flames wander and engulf the cemetery and every body buried in it.
Now, that's a candlelight vigil. No need to keep it simple.
You didn't need to bother, but you did. I feel honored.
Bless the son, the holy ghost, and most of all, bless my father.
Turn around and you'll discover my whole death was but a hoax.
"Th-th-th-that's all, folks," as I appear from Heaven's foyer.
I hope you have enjoyed yourselves. You've been Tom Sawyer'd.

Seeds

Seeding. Seated. Wilted. Weeding. Rip the vineyard. Blistered. Bleeding. Bleeding. Blistered. Filtered. Feeding. Heed the figures. From their reaping. Tenured. Fixtures. Fixated breathing. Every breath will keep you feeding. On the death. Of all those sleeping. Seeded. Sitting. Fear thy reaping.