it's a story about 

a street named “Decision” 

lays open the skin 

with its painful incision 



erasure 

it's time to rest 

erase your 

complicated mess 



a sharp dressed narcotic 

that drips dark red 

keeps you smiling 

when you say it's ok 



it's breaking me 

with breathtaking ease 

erasure 

rub me out 

erase your 

panic anxiety 



truth be told 

I never liked her around 

but she kept coming around between us 



I can hear you 

pioneer you 

whisper near you 

fire and virtue 

got to keep a light burning all day 



whatever 

happened to 

old-fashioned 

face value 

straight talking 

went out with 

June brides and fashion queens 



it's a story about a street named “Decision” 

lays open the skin with its painful incision 

your words are guns 

and they are loaded