stop looking for the noose

i know i was

younger then

and that’s still

the plan

for as long as

i can

the scuff marks

on his floor

tell stories

that aren’t quite true

anymore

when you lose

the ability

to stand

look straight

hold still

reach for my hand

this is easily worth a dollar

one night

just a little while ago

i sang to the wind alone

tried to push the

song

to falsetto

there are no deserts in the midwest

i’ll tell him myself

once and for all

the right thing

is seldom

the thing that is done

the blue sky turns black

take off your shoes
stop looking for the noose

now is not a time

and the deal’s gone wrong

did you call

i’m not drunk enough to sleep

it made an impression

the applicable rate

leave a message

who does that

anymore

keep going

don’t stop

let’s not argue about it

i’m trying to get you out

                                    take me home

                                                take me home

                                    take me home