At the Rate of a Flickering Film That I'm Living

Wasted, on my bicycle taking time away for me Careless, I wanna be staring at trees Swaying handles, cool as a candle Like a tongue flopping dog out a window The sky's got no moon. The air is crisp and dry And the streetlights guide me while the shadows grow and shrink At the rate of a flickering film that I'm living Forgot all the words to your favorite song Perhaps you never knew them and got them all wrong So I made up my own, and I think that they're better They sync with the weather and make sense to me I'll write them down. We can read them together What else is there to do You've got me. You've got everything. You're the one to choose Not sure how I fell and skinned and scraped my back Curb checks most likely, live wires on sidewalks Long distance calls touched all the drawls and healed non-existent pains I love how you laughed when things weren't right When things were cut up and delirious You can't be serious when it's an obvious joke Choking back tears and veering into the shit And I'm in my mean time, you'll never see me In the apartment where we're supposed to be