Lirieke:
My Glorious Mess

Oh what a mess, a crying excuse Jealous endeavors will turn you inside out again If I was a storm, you were the shore Calling me in but the sea devours

Homicide, on the front page of the daily rag Subway man fires into crowded screams Boldfaced obscenity, a beauty queen Scatters of poetry in her bag

From a mountain o?er the hills Made of counterfeit dollar bills He?d spoken through a fading summer?s light In the glisten of the dew There was silver

Late nights are scattered you come and you go as you please Changing perspective a sidewalk a shadow to match Scrawled on floorboards and echoed in gradient

Out on the window ledges, hanging above Lights from the buildings downtown offer their love Circle the block for hours, lost in a fog Life in the city

can Thinking as you work That this land is your land But now you're bursting into my country You're messing up my fields You're playing games with my

debts Too much expectation Followed by hope and then a hate in the mess And the rest of my life was a glorious test Of my will and my selfish neglect

shivers as it coarses your blood And your quivering throat keeps choking on those words Mama I tried a thousand times, I'm frozen to the core Your son is a glorious mess

The last thing I need is you Oh hell, what a glorious day it's been, Oh lord, look at the mess I'm in. My car broke down, So I waited for a shuttle bus