for I am an iconoclast,
taking eyes with me
and leaving hearts on highways.
they were so blue
in the morning,
but I had to leave
them blinking.
NyQuil heavy,
I am still a kid
in the body of a
35 year old man.
I wish thinking were different,
check my eyes
and tell me
what I see,
You should write a song
about week long weeks
just about mashed potato brains
in a London fog.