Here's one
of time passed
of a flight
and a crash,
over and again,

In Boulder
and San Francisco,
a halfway
house pack home
Back out of his head.

Out searching, for the escape.
for an answer, or a reason
that his poison has deleted,
Anything worth all that's wasted now,

finds no difference where he's standing
'cause he's standing with a shotgun
and a needle. Arms reaching
and head pounding, from the screaming.

Says: "I don't know what I am doing anymore.
I raced all night again, I just want it over."
Heart racing. Head pounding
from the screaming.
Heart racing now!

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