Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Pedestrian Parking Lot

8-21-05

Cutie still refuses a ride from my deathcab,
while in thirty years' time
I've walked a straighter line
veering little from where I'm going
and where I'm from.
And I know I'm not perfect nor is my timing
but heartache knows no limitations,
so in what ways should I
when it's the trait I have, most pronounced?
I wear it like a soldier a heart
and it bleeds
when walked on or talked on.
I've taken full responsibility for this relationship,
like myself, on my back
and walked with it
on cracked knees
and a lost ambition for where it could go.
I gave up the fighting,
but I picked us up along the way
and I'm never prepared to leave you aside,
no matter how heavy you make it to carry.
My road knows potholes
and my heart knows pain
but my feet will keep me going as planned
with no more distractions
or cars trying to decease me.
This is as serious as it gets.