mulholland drive

now i only leave the house at dusk,

drive through the hollywood hills,

making sure i breathe in the fog and not the smog,

streetlights blurry like colorful christmas lights.

everyone's moving, putting lights on the curb.

it's almost may...

i don't want to be down here anymore,

everyone's getting their halo, but me.

if you haven't guessed i'm impatient.

the only time i can relax is when i'm in patient.

spending everyday buying loubs for 30 cents,

trading it in for living and breathing,

a cheap trade for living in california.

it's better than being back home, wherever the fuck that is.

both the home ruined by war and the one ruined by people i love(d).

i'm driving around endlessly into the night, peering through the fog,

looking for a new light signaling home.