It’s another lovely walk alone on this cold November night
Maybe I’ll make it past Tuesday without an accomplishment
Just count the headlights of cars I’ll never see again
And count the heads of people that I don’t know
Lying asleep in alleyways

I count them out, one, two, and I’ll be sitting in the back
With a smile on my face and no one will know why
I pull the pin, three, four, and duck for cover
Because I know that sound will leave you six feet under

I kick broken concrete across this piece of shit town
Leaving it somewhere else as my message in a bottle
“Will someone save the corpsicles while you stir in your sleep
Knowing this is what you’ve done; this is what you’re paying for”

You count it out (one, two), and I’ll be sitting in the back
With my hat over my eyes like I didn’t see a thing
You drop the bombs (three, four) and try to take the shrapnel
But I can’t guarantee you, because I can only take so much

I hear the roaring of cars beneath my tired feet
Grab the chain link fence just to keep them to the ground
“My dear, you look so tired, and I think our time is spent
Just grab my hand, I’ll take you home, we’ll just avoid the borders”

You count it out (one, two), keep the thoughts in the back
Of my mind because I know no one will understand
I’m falling out (three, four), and feel myself fading
Into the gravel and the tar beneath my feet

I feel bad for writing this now
I feel bad for not knowing how
To kick this sense of helplessness
When everyone else is such a mess
I’m bitching about what I don’t know
I’ll piss a note out into the snow
And no one will know if they’re “Ls” or “Is”
I think we’re all just desensitized
Of the effects of what we do or say
So I stopped thinking
And started writing