away from you

been trying
to find a song
to tell you
what i can't tell you
because i die
a little more
every time i try
to conjure a song
by my own pen
by my own heart
and god knows i've tried
die
a little more
for the sake of a song
for the sake of a song
to tell you
i'm sorry
but i've just got to go
pack my bags
i'm leaving here
get away from you
and days like these
to skip stones in a pond
kick cans down sewer grates
think about thinking
of nothing at all
meet people
who could never hold a candle
to you
who just shit when they talk
but these are my people
my level
my place
down on their luck
down in the gutters
of a tin pan alley
in a ghetto
down below the shoes
of people like you
your pretty eyes
beauty
lucid thoughts
laundry lists of accomplishments
stop
dragging you down
to my level
to my place
down in the heart
of the stench
of the defeated
been trying
to find a song
so honest
so frank
so woefully me
but i can't