California, Gracefully - Every Time I Die

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Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines through the withdrawn rearview addict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