Everybody Wants to Feel Special

Standing on the corner
occupying my pockets
with my sweaty hands
and flies
shoved inside my wallet
With my pant cuffs rolled high
and I'm waiting for the tide,
to recede into the moon
and let me stand on earth

but the people pass on
with their heads down and wink
and to feel numb i keep drinking,
sipping from my flask
consuming the flies
the rum taste fine
while i keep sleeping
and outside
the world keeps passing me by,
but i don't mind riding
the back seat to life

Sally walks up
and takes a hold of my jacket collar
kissing me deeply
she swallows my inability
to produce sincere laughter
and inside i spark
but she'll never know
because things like that
aren’t allowed out into the air
because they’ll lose value

riding on the train
watching the mountains grow
i think to myself about
how long it takes
to move a hipster west
we pass into a valley
and as the boulders fall
and smash against the car
i open my arms
and
welcome the growing silence