Coming Down

Sat on the roof
and looked out
over the edge today.

Don’t have a thing
left to hang on to.
Don’t have anything
left to fight for.
Don’t ever let anyone
tell you it’s easy.
Don’t ever let anyone
tell you it’s fine.

If they do, just know
you’re being lied to.  
I’m falling asleep at the wheel
and driving into nothing.

Pass me the pipe.
Pass me the bottle.
Past this failure to launch.

Coming down should be easy;
we’ve done it enough, haven’t we?

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0 Responses to Coming Down

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    I’m not liking this, Jones, as it doesn’t fit what I see in you. I know that’s not fair. And what difference does it make what I see in you? Everyone one of us is going to fall. Every single one of us. What does that matter? What’s that but a blip?

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