Rites
In dire need in hot pursuit
I don't blame you for the things you do
in fading light, in dying throes
we're going down in holy smoke
in dionysan rites like these we disobey,
we bay and bleed it's just a phase we're going through it's all I ever want to do
I want to beat the pilgrims road
pill grimaces and and brilliant jokes
it wants for you to feel alone when you are not alone
So run, run ragged, run goddammit
keep it from the ones you love
so run, run ragged, run goddammit
until you're sure it's bad enough
So much for everything being different so much for anything changing
a bloody palm a point of pride another act of punctuation
Because it's harder saying sorry than it ever was to lie
or getting stoned before I black out so that I don't start a fight
It makes my brain feel like the water at the bottom of the bin not filling every empty inch between my skin and your skin
Autor(es): Myles McCabe