two jumps in a week i bet you think that´s pretty clever don´t you
boy.
flying on your
motorcycle.
watching all the ground beneath you
drop.
you´d kill yourself for recognition.
kill yourself to
never
ever
stop.
you broke another mirror.you´re turning into something you are not.

drying up in conversation
you will be the one who cannot talk.
all your insides fall to pieces.
you just sit there
wishing
you
could
still
make
love.
they´re the ones who´ll hate you
when you think you´ve got the world all sussed out.
they´re the ones who´ll spit at you.
you will be the one
screaming
out.

it´s the best thing that you ever had.