Astroglide - 16

You shouldn’t inhale so deep man

Feel the grip poking a lung

You’re stressing, the hearts jumping

Your beat starts winding down

Your blood pressure is rising fast now

You clutch your broken arm

Grey skies

The pigeons and the doves

The trees are blue

Nice cartoon

You flipped your new Camaro

Impaled a wall upside down

With just a twelve pack of Bud

And a short ride home

You shouldn’t tell that story

Or relent popular fun

Bad justice

I’m behind bars

You can’t even

Read or write

You should have

Let it slide

Resin

Brown hair, burned eyes

Discreet, my face

Ball peen, red blood

Won’t stop my friends

You leaped from the car

Get up and go to the store

A pack of smokes bring em' home

For the kids they’re all alone

Jet fuel black lung

Inhale black smoke

Cocaine scares me

Pale skin frightened

You’ve slept on a bed

Of safety pins they keep you warm

The holes absorb the kerosene

Your Daddy cheers for you football team

Exhale