26 de fev de 2012

Drivers and Painters


What's a man with a History
But a lonesome driver with all his histories?

We're no drawers
We're all gamblers and mosaics...
Taking vows and launching buckets of pain and paint
Against an old
And a ‘used to be’ white wall…

We’re drivers and painters!
That’s all…

You can go along chewing
Or biting your own paintbrush
Like salt and water powder sticks on a road trip
With a shotgun…

(You look nice, by the way,
With a green tainted ribbon…)

In the end
We’ll never be there
Cause shit happens to drivers and painters
That fall asleep…

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