Two sets of taillights burn dim and divide
Stretch for miles making track marks across what veins fail to carry
You should have taken my keys while my hands were shaking
You could have kept the dead gone, entombed in the soil of arms
Raise the breathing abrasion with a turn of the key
Lost motor skills and a set cruise control
Mangled insect screams through the puddles of drool
Mainline the highway baby
Tie off the concrete veins and set the radio to fm Love songs clocked relapse defined by the rpm’s of a static heart
Reanimated by the rush of eyes and horizon
Nothing warms like a road flare when caution sets
Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines through the withdrawn rearview addict
Drenched to the drawn teeth in seething foam
If you want me dead, you should have called me home
Rumble strip as pulse prevents retreating eyes, dilate and close
I can feel the dry heaves moisten, i can feel the blood withdraw
You are my failed twelve step program
A red light could kick this habit, a needle full of the junkies fuel
Drops of blood on her fingertips
Your arms are a deprivation chamber
Sterile to sixty in forever flat
Dissolve into the coast like john wayne
A hero and his heroine