Hospital trips I'm tweaking a bit
I should have stopped them
They wouldn't quit
Open up, your hand in mine
We were busy, passing time
All this sunlight kissed our skin
Red with color drawing stickmen
Open up, you're facing life
I don't need to, see the light
Everybody found a way
To get up off from this couch today
I can't find it, waste again
God is selfish, we're not friends
We pondered why
Your secrets seem to hide
When I spoke
I always lied to you
All of my stories, the heroes die
They were killed defending you
Hospital trips I'm tweaking a bit
Wings will fly and asses sit
Open up, your hand in mine
We were busy, killing time
All this moonlight shadowed skin
Dark with color drawing stickmen
Open up, you're facing death
Why must my soul, toy with my head
Confront my mornings with hot caffeine
Bites to suck toxin from bloodstreams
I can't find it, wasted friends
God should flood the world again
About the Creator
Sam Mosley
"Find what you love and let it kill you." - Charles Bukowski.
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