(thanks sora)
a throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic
a ticket and a mind to fly
an alarm clock still drunk and high
sanity painted her mask on
all the way across town
a compact frown
projected on a retina upside down
you're an avalanche of detour signs
falling off a truck
swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck
your decisions turn around and then you're back and then you're stuck
good luck
good luck
good luck
good luck
a lock with a key in it that ain't turning
smoke filling up behind a door
fire with the purpose of being ignored
a body slipping into disease
quietly making their choice
while the joy drains out of a voice
you're an avalanche of detour signs
falling off a truck
swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck
your decisions turn around and then you're back and then you're stuck
good luck
good luck
good luck
good luck