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Tonight, it's about reckoning 

Speeding up towards East Club Boulevard 

Frazier's got the drugs 

right front pocket baby

I throw the car in neutral 

Letting it coast

something blue teases my tongue

I swallow it, I don't crush 

Somehow, I have nothing but time 

I put the car in park 

We ride a midnight train now

where windows become 

wild eyed souls 

streaks of light drip across 

our hands 

like multi colored candle wax

And for the briefest of moments 

I recollect my heart bearings 

I actually can hear the thuds in

my chest

telling me I am alive 

that organ,

that pounding compass,

holding me in place 

and then it's gone. 

Just like that

 I am falling sideways 

and apart 

with empty pockets 

And a real long drive home