We’ll see, I don’t know if I like it enough to keep going with it outside of this …
He was a drag racer, rock star, the man of the hour at every party.
Give him about six more beers and a round of coke,
He’ll tell you all about it as he checks the windows for the sixth time.
Clutching the high like a child clinging to a blanket,
He wanders wild eyed and mind racing through the halls.
He’s a genius wildcard with the cure in that mind,
If he could just free it from the clutches of the nothing,
Gripping and grinding at the base of his brain.