half heartedly i name the things
you suggested to me
somewhat in consideration but
in the back of my mind this just isnt right
the stars are too bright too clear
i dont want to see whats happening
yeah sure write what you want
the weekly apology
try to invest in me
have a morning glass of gasoline
have an afternoon light
when a break from bad luck is right
life leads you through a bad scene
focus only on whats happening
don't forget details are the key
ever since i chose what i chose
i have antarctic bones
real love is a daydream
absent from reality
i cant seem to find it within me
not anyone except for you
can give it straight
bring it back now baby
lay it out how it should be
fist fights knife rounds
all for the love of self
nurture a soul back to health
patches and yarn find
their way up broken arms
wont operate on this heart
this flat-lined heart
i still live and breathe without it
not as well but just enough to survive it
cant walk any further from my own self-hatred
live to see all acceptance
When I think of the title I
When I think of the title I think of something stiff and calcified and burning with arthritis. Something lying dormant under the snow and the ice. The imagery is wonderful particularly the part about thinking gasoline.