hard ice for days like cocain

Written by: Jerry Golden

as a child
It felt a bit safer 
knowing that everything
would eventually work itself out
and in the end 
though we failed 
to remain concise 
in-between darkness
we were only men

i'm looking at my little red gauge 
sitting peacefully on E
looks like it will be 
another empty day for me

and i apologize 
for the wrong turns
all the long sermons
and the little wishes
that hold life in format
the cold winter nights
that left me at your doormat

when i was alone
you brought my days comfort
a touch that misery couldn't sponsor
a tragedy to never disappoint
and now i wonder
was it us or the fact that together 
we'd never go under

in correspondence to my 
thoughts dancing along the windshield
i'm moving fast and forward 
despite the rain indoors 
it feels i'm going nowhere
my little red gauge sits at the back of E
looks like another empty day for me

"just like motivation everything else fades"