Because my chest gets tight
Like the night you stopped breathing
We inhaled too deeply
the night
On the verge of some eternal brilliance
Teetering
Shivering
Stoned cold gaze
Crooked smile
The old man disgusted
such wasted life
We were brilliant then
You and I
The roads nothing more
than lined paper
Lines and papers
I wrote of car wrecks
and date rapes
Overdoses and heartaches
This is the air we breathed
stagnant and pure
Dear God I miss the insanity of it
We were what was
and still is
Teetering
On the verge of some eternal brilliance
If only we could close our eyes
Swallow hard
The choke of a misspent youth