hunted down

someone said, no story, no gain

wipe the clock right now

I despise what you crave



I remember you

when you wore a different face

never heard a story of anyone

who drove the blacktop insane



leaning on a stoplight

waiting for eventual change

what's it matter right now

it's not so easy to gauge



every time

that you ask for more

it's the sound that makes the colors go blind



and everything comes in threes

but your face shows two

lost in the watershed

way out of tune



ain't it hard

when the spirit doesn't catch you

gravity's the winner

and it weighs you down

it weighs you down