Keys

You throw away the key
hear you're going off to see
your child is on the shore
you walk the line alone
You stare at the sky
and you burn those bones
you fear everything
that sings you a song

lose any time
try any ship
fake any road
try any dream
trade every thought
u show every why
for all the times
and you try all the while

take off your hair
shed off your skin
your eyes are burning white
and you are smiling within

between the tries a lie
roaches light
flying without wings
and you're trying to sink

your voice is hoarse
and your parrots are caught
live on on any thing
everything is short
over and over something over
ride a little latter
over and over any over

strings are the thing of the past
watching over microscope the worlds of the last (past)
watching every time
roses SPLAT
splattered on the roads
their screams off the head

rise on the day
then everything is moving
rise on the day
heard that something is opposing

every time I see the TV
I just want to shove it off the window
tools are burning
the shores are sweet
trying to eat
the food you want to lay the meat

sparkle up the cigarettes
drinking all the wine
fairy tales and charms
are wondering alike

taking every breath
u watch you want today
what you want today’s
are off the way
tomorrows for you

Strings the thing of the past
lighting every moments
own version, goings of my heart
trying to be
a key