safety out of reach

i just need a lil somethin to shake off the cold
somethin to hold
not to have
sorry im a spaz
sorry you're just a laugh
and i'm always getting trashed
but never a dull moment
i could use a few
demons are only sexy on the outside
how did dylan last so long?
once when i was young
i saw a picture in a book
it's caption read as follows
"there are no angels here"
the rest of the world is made of clay
and im made of stone
but i could never throw enough to kill that damn crow
birds on a wire
postcards from the edge
if i didnt have my first mid life crisis at 13 i'd probably already be dead
but let's not get centimental
we've all been here before
i'm at at your front door
with flowers and syringes
shooting at the hinges
fingerprints cut from the tips of my fingers
one more precious smile and a six string sunrise
a lil get high and a long drive
to clear my mind
to escape my record
when it comes to feeling alright
im sorry you always come in second
but im on third base with my mit open
eyes swollen from all the anxiety and trolling
elaborate, extravagant, ideas
i lost them all when i was smoking
we can twist a sentence in seconds
body cast paragraphs fast and laugh
but we can't get over the past'
we still keep all flags at half mast
somebody tell the rest of my irish brethren
the war never ends
and i sware if these stupid lines fix it all you'll never hear from me again