11:15 AM 4/3/2011

Lace me up
Bundle me up
Strap me down
Put me in the last suit
I’ll ever wear

It’s stark and white
It’s grey and I
I feel the burden of
Your words
Upon me

I’m not made for riding
But you’ve got this plan
You see a place to sit
And a spot to kick
You’ve got a switch
And you’re hitting me

I’m not here for you
To exploit like this too
I’m not your ride
I’m here to help you

I’m two-stars
Less than best
It went down
Bad review
Lost guest
Black boots
Blank stares
A ring through me

Second best
Second guess
Lost race
Walk away