By: Alex Wright
Does anybody else’s skin feel weird?
I try to scratch but cannot reach the itch
Its getting worse
Like southern sunburned shoulders
Bubbled up in such pain
That cannot quite be quenched
A thirst that drags you down
In the final round
A chewed up
Spit out
Last dance
Despite the chances and choices
To avoid those unexpected turns
That can toss us into
The darkest fucking nights
That’s alright
Take it in stride
Don’t throw water on your fire
Burn your mistakes to light the way
Never say you should have stayed
Floating in some haze
When you can set ablaze the skies
Does anybody else’s sin feel right?
Like rules were made to be broken
Just like jazz
Picking up punk points by the dozen
Write them down
Shout it out
Keep your wits about you now
When you get those hungry eyes
Realize what’s lost can still be found
Pin that broken parking lot flower
To your torn up denim jacket
A chance for something dead
To be beautiful again
That’s alright
Despite the fright
That the fleeting future just might
Steal the bite of the unknown
The fight of the unforgiven
The last words from my tied-up tongue
That hold my final message
Does anybody else’s skin feel weird?
I try to scratch but cannot reach the itch
It’s getting worse
ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES 