Drown

We need a planned vacation
Some form of sanctity
You don’t even show up
You don’t even know my name
I think I have to love you
I think you need to write things down
So you can know your purpose
I’ll be camping out in other towns
There has got to be some other way from this
This city’s meant to run me down
I need some inspiration first
But you have been bowing out to novocaine
You crawl up in the window
You tell me that you are meant to fall
Through all the motions of the highways
And the buildings that were built too tall
I can’t help but entertain you
With words I’d always truly known
Just another incantation
From the mouths of the shunned out over-grown
There must be other ways from this
This city’s turned its back towards me
You just want some consolation
But I’ve been experimenting with poisoning
All the alcohol tastes like violence
All of the sex is filled with useless games
We need a planned vacation
But you don’t even know my name
I think I am supposed to love you
I think I could have loved you
I think I am supposed to love you
And drown...