Been passing the red street lights
Under the bridge is where they live
Hiding their propriety and begging for
Money, the high priority has been the sudden
Pregnancy of those close to me, bearing children
On their own, rearing the kids soon to own,
I hone in on the truth and search for the proof,
For lately it has come to me, keeping me from sleeping,
In the middle of the night, my mind searching for
What is right, how do you tell a broken soul that abortion
Lends you out of control and hijacked innocence in the
Name of convenience, is it my highest that has been slipping,
Me thinking that I can switch the ignition and turn this car
Around down the path of the narrow into what carries into
The light, she said it right, she felt tempted then dilated then
My face elated at the news now shattered in the past, no
One can press the gas past the shame to come and the
Wounding by another great name, see I’ve had it wrong and
The pricking prong has stood out under my fingernails,
I can’t give away what once came in a day, the test has been
Practiced and she went with it, afraid at 19 of the west coast
Dream and so it seems that I always assume I really have no
Clue how to walk with scars and pretend you’re not blue,
It tells me something of my own dreams, that a white picket
Fence in orange town could be the biggest frown, that what you
Can’t control keeps you begging for more of gravity to kill the
Cavity of the selfish disease, just a kiss then just a heart to you,
Then just a little bit more and here we are again, at it between aisles
And I’ve listened for years of your tears yet green behind my ears,
Walking through my own separation, earning it by the sea with someone
Who never really liked me, all I wanted was for your protection,
All I wanted was for your safety, yet it slipped through me and
I’ve been holding tight for years afraid of the flight as I watched your
Plight, sometimes autonomy is the best weapon to keep you stuck
In your eternal rut of loud speaking as you were steadily bleeding
On the inside, this song is for you by the ocean blue you spent with
Me, here is for the times you opened up and have grown up and 3 years
Down I shout at the ground and wish for an earthquake underneath you,
Anything to get your attention, so I give up with my pretention and give
You the best invention—the love of the Son, see it around me when
I talk with you, I keep no record of your sin and I pray you see it
To