do I murder 

when I forget you from afar 

too drunk on the poison of endless roads 

and the countless smokey bars 



but tension is to be loved 

when it is like a passing note 

to a beautiful, beautiful chord 



do I murder us 

putting pavement through my veins 

shooting in that special heroin 

for the seeking and displaced 



but tension is to be loved 

when it is like a passing note 

to a beautiful, beautiful chord