Push Pins and Origami Frogs

Sitting in my car
the salt covered windshield reveals nothing
I like it that way
I'm tired of seeing
the dirtier the better
blind by choice

ground up dreams
falling through
my hands
I could've stopped it
but
I just let it go

it was easier to kill it
then to let it live
I couldn't have hope floating around
kinda takes away from my tough guy image,
I gotta protect that
at all costs

the sky is cadaverous
it faded with the idea
it's not the first bland thing I've encountered
I suppose I can deal with it
I mean, all this is my doing anyways
no hard feeling and no soft ones either

four joints later
the world still sucks
I put my seat down and open the sunroof
yep, there's that fucking moon
and oh look, the stars got the nerve to shine
how typical