Two hours

hands drag in a drunken stance
swolen thoughts are taut
i miss dancing
irreverseable motions
obsessive opressed solutions
salutations to the night walker
terror stalks the youngest daughter
back folds like creased paper
the same position over
i miss perfection
i am too sober
beginning to see the end
first breaths and misfits
rough to look at and kiss
absolution and a grave knot in the stomach
six minutes and two hours
19 years and not enough showers
innocence and cleanliness
are forgetton lyrics with a sombre riff