This Ride I Like

the lights were all flashing.
her love everlasting.
i'm there for the asking and i've wasted my score.

the children were sleeping.
the peoples were dreaming
i said, as i bled on the middle of the floor

fragrant petals. rusted metal.
that's what i said as i opened the door
and i don't like this ride anymore.

the vestige of slumber-
keeps dragging me under-
the knots on my brain as i reached for the shore.

the silence is numbing-
the song that i'm strumming-
i know that i'm coming but i can't find the door.

rusted petals. fragrant metal.
that's what i knew when my dreams i ignored.
and i don't like this ride anymore.