A Modern Day Buster Casey

There are hundreds of ways to escape a soul-less life. Airplanes, bottles, a note of farewell. As the clock spins, so does the room. Find yourself somewhere in the balance and come back to life for me. I've become so obsessed with resuscitation's that I manipulate my lungs with thoughts of you. I have every muscle in my body working overtime just so that my heart has a friend.

Just because I know how to make your makeup run doesn't mean I'm going to. Say so long to salvation. The head behind this heart, behind this pen, is making noise to break the silence.... just to watch arteries spill love onto my hands... that I'll use to finger paint this town red.