There is a place where I can go and spend my days. 
There is a grave. 
There is exciting things to say. 
I pull apart. 
I take the pieces of end to make sense of the start. 
Cold and I'm clean (I catch myself some times). 
I shut my eyes (trying to find a new low). 
My stomach calls me in days (forever on the road). 
You spent your time (forever alone). 
You can have mine. 
No secrets. 
No tired eyes. 
I shouldn't try so hard.