A Flight and a Crash

Here's one of time passed

Of a flight and a crash

Over and again

Boulder, San Francisco

Halfway house pack home

Back out of his head

Out searching, for the escape

For an answer, or a reason

That his poison has deleted

Anything worth, all that's wasted now

Finds no difference where he's standing

'Cause he's standing with a shotgun

And a needle, arms reaching

Head pounding from the screaming

Says, "I don't know what I am doing anymore

I raced all night again, and I just want it over"

Heart racing

Head pounding

From the screaming

Heart racing now