Written by Michael Lagace
I came down with a hammer head
Tales spin, flipped, for a one-side said
Grip ground, spin ’round, slip on red
Bitter pill, this kill, pleasure/pain meds
But I didn’t run
Less talk, more talk, same old talk
Substance abused so we think we walk
World spins, word spins, heart throbs block
We jump our outlines in hopscotch chalk
But I didn’t run
I came down with a sick in bed
Slaves row boats, I jump ship instead
Sink in water too deep to wade
I can’t see the wave from an ocean away
But I had to run
