Laugh, Fall Or The Road

I pretend these lights are on for free<br>I clean up for rewards<br>I share the parts of myself that taste good<br>and hide the rot<br>I nibble on alone in times like these<br>I want you to bury me<br>to make you live to say<br>and every inch is one more flaming lung<br>My laugh, fall, or the road<br><br>Sleep is the best drug<br>I saw my Moon<br>That and wishing she was on Mars<br>Anything but saying she wished she was<br>dead<br>I remember wonder what was the<br>difference to people left around<br>Messes not picked up<br>Infections let to green<br><br>I laugh, follow the road