/ Poetry /
Dallas is boring these days,
the endless suburban outlook,
that stuck look on her face,
I just keep trimming the weeds while mamma begs me to stay.
I see the ghost of my ex-boyfriend in the bottles at the bar,
while a man sings on the corner without his guitar.
Mamma drinks as she says she might leave him today,
my daddy stays with us despite the fact he won’t change.
‘round and ‘round this fucking merry-go-round,
staying job to job until I finally leave town.
waiting for a false God who will never be found.
Who can save me when the lights go down?
I let the dogs out as the sun melts away,
while my brother in the next town over holds his father’s estate.
I stare up at daddy’s window wondering if he’s looking out
but in truth, I know he’ll never come down.
‘round and ‘round this fucking merry-go-round,
staying job to job until we finally leave town.
waiting for a false God who will never be found.
Who can save us when the lights go down?
But aren’t I the one who’s always destroying habitats?
Like a weed eater caught in a midnight Texas hurricane,
I’m always asking for people to change
before I ever let anything grow to fruition.