blacktop

do you think that there's a way i could ever get too far, that you'd ask me where i'd been, like i ask you where you are?, but i know you're in the pews, the same as stools around the bar, and i know i saw your hand, when i went out and wrapped my car, streetlamp. around the streetlamp, so i wrote you love letters, and sung them in my house, and all around the south, the broken strings and amplifiers scream with holy noise, in hopes to draw you out, but if no one sings along in praise, are you still proud when i open my mouth?, come visit me, come visit me, in the back of an ambulance;, a saline communion that i held like a seance on the blacktop, the devil in my arms says feed me to the wolves tonight, and come visit me, in the back of an ambulance, and a saline communion that i held like a seance