burden of proof

i prey to an empty bottle of pills  
i'm sundowning  
i'd rather be close to the birds  
 than live my life lying wasted  
without wings  
   
   
 sometimes i think i can fly  
or maybe i'm just constantly falling  
i've been so busy perfecting my hatred lately  
 that it's been difficult to schedule a relapse  
   
   
with a sentence to crash heaven from chapter to page  
after the said penance there is nobody saved  
this is for hell's tenants and the coming of age  
   
   
so here is to your mom  
 and all the anti-depressants we're on  
the storm chasers who bitch about their broken windshields  
Darwin, Jesus, Bob Dylan  
and all of the other great storytellers  
   
marriage is methadone  
an m.r.i. with a stomach full of quarters  
i am a supreme being who has never needed to hustle,lie,cheat, or steal  
"really?"  
no!  
 i'm just like you  
 i blame everybody else for how shitty i feel  
   
   
with a sentence to crash heaven from chapter to page  
after the said penance there is nobody saved  
this is for hell's tenants and the coming of age  
   
   
something inside you has gone and died  
there is no more fire  
no more shine in your eyes    
tomorrow will never come  
unless it's leap year  
 or maybe yesterday never happened    
   
   
i give you to ghosts  
this bottle has drawn empty    
and we are not drawing pictures anymore  
i can't make like it never happened  
you can't put a band aid on cancer  
i've gotta stop getting blowjobs from vampires