Postcards From Oblivion
Postcards From Oblivion
I dreamed you reached out to me last night
Just to tell me it still wasn't right
As if you thought it would be news
Darling, these nightmares could be dreams
We can shy away from yellow screams
Either way we're singing blues
Can't fix a problem that's not even addressed
So don't check your mailbox
Cause it's gonna be a mess
Unpaid bills for past due thrills
Unsent rain checks for looks that could kill
And I'm dying to pay off my debts
Perfection be a four letter word
And love, eleven, at least
Opposites of indifference occurred
Turns out, I was just one third
Finding fractions for me, absurd
Just want to be a peace
Not afraid of the pain
It never bothered me too much
Coming to embrace the rain
The only thing that makes me feel alive
Hands on with a stove too hot to touch
Quench the nerve with heat to treat it
Heal it, hurt it, and repeat it.
Build myself a callous calm
Failure as a comfort zone
No surprises and no qualm
Rather be alone if I am alone
Choosing to be choiceless
If I ever had a voice...
I wouldn't sell it for less
Sending postcards from Oblivion
It's kinda nice this time of year
Still stuck in this obsidian
Rock and a hard place
Eroding my face
Darkness never seemed so clear
Copyright © Clay Young Jr | Year Posted 2023
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