i don't wanna make this
i don't wanna break this
i don't wanna fake this
but i don't feel like i can take this

where did our love go
just got lost on the road
down the long dark highway of our backs

we just packed up our bags and said go
we loaded our dreams in the show
we found the light
but lost the track

i don't wanna erase this
i don't wanna embrace this
i don't wanna face this
but i know i can't take this

where did our love go
just got lost on the road
down the long dark highway of our backs

we just packed up our bags and said go
we loaded our dreams in the show
we found the light
but lost the track

i just guess that love was so far a way all the time
just this promise of something that would never be mine
by mine i don't know really what i mean
just that you and i weren't always as they seemed
we walked on cracking concrete
and all around us people pounded their feet
and no matter what
between all the change of hands
all the drops of sand
underneath this heavy hard hat we wore
trying to build this thing
out of water-y land
all this time our scalps were forming
all these mountains we've driven past
all these highways we got high on
all the limits to our fast
all the costumes we tried on
all the dreams we drank like the smoothest of smoothies
all the people that would appear just to soothe you and me

and the library of congress
we secured our words to
typed away in some envelope
not to be opened

and the prose we sowed
and the way it paid
and the lows we loaded
and the ways we paid
and the glows we towed
and the tries we tried
and the shows we showed
and the cries we cried

all the crowds we wowed
and the ones that got to us
all the streets we sped down
and the ones that stopped us
all the fields we feel
and felt as we went
the world whipping by us
and the muscles spent
and the plants of poems
we grew to rise
and the dashboards that dashed us
through those nights
and our hearts how they got hardened
and our guts how they got gutted
and the bars that scarred us
and the rust that cut us
and the melodies they made
river of rhyme where i wade
and the fountains of youth
and the mountains of you
and the counting on truth
no matter how hard it screwed
and that's the truth
we were screwed
into each other like wood with a hole
and we ate each other up like worms on a soul
and this spit is all i have left
the rest of us behind me
that slippery street on my breast
and the roads we rode
and the eyes we eyed
and the you's we used
and all the skies where you and i
would close our tired and treated eyes
cut curtains into skirts
open our legs up for the birth
of what was going to be
what was to be
what ws going to be
what was to be
the neon name of us


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