A Flight and a Crash

Here's one of time passed of a flight and a crash, over and again,

In Boulder and San Francisco, a halfway house pack home

Back out of his head.

Out searching, for the escape.

for an answer, or a reason that his poison has deleted,

Anything worth all that's wasted now,

finds no difference where he's standing

'cause he's standing with a shotgun and a needle.

Arms reaching and head pounding from the screaming.

Says: "I don't know what I am doing anymore.

I raced all night again, I just want it over."

Heart racing.

Head pounding from the screaming.

Heart racing now