MEAN LIKE BAGGAGE

CRUSH MY MIND
WITH WORDS LIKE RAZOR
BLADED CUTS
IT DOES NOT FAZE HER
HOW COULD I
BE SO AMUSED
TO WANT YOU WALKING
IN MY SHOES

SHOES OF BLOOD
WORN WARRIOR SKIN
EAT THE PAIN
OF COUNTLESS MEN
STAND ALONE
ON BURNING STEEL
LISTENING TO
THE WAY YOU FEEL

DEAD YET LIVING
EATING DIRT
TELL ME HOW
YOU FUCKING HURT
JUDGE MY DEEDS
DECIDING FOR ME
JUST HOW LITTLE
YOU ADORE ME

STUDS OF SILVER
IN MY BONES
LEATHER SKIN
THAT LIVES ALONE
EYES LIKE HAWKING
SCREAMING SKY
I MAY STUMBLE
BUT NOT DIE

MESMERIZING
WORDS THAT TREMBLED
EARS OF DEAF
ARE NOW ASSEMBLED
SITTING TIGHT
AND SITTING LEAN
SITTING SITTING
SITTING MEAN

MEAN LIKE BAGGAGE
STILL UNTRAVELED
THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS
ALL UNRAVELED
FLIGHTS TO NOWHERE
JUST TO SAY
I TRAVEL EACH
AND EVERY DAY

Bobby Jameson Dec 5, 2008