Fluorescing

The hills outside seem to love the sunrise As the earth loves the moon A state of growing pains and wishing for more lies Anything and everything but you Relative recompense, I'm cutting all the cords, I dream jumping every fence of shaking hands with swords Malpractice, suits, old work boots and a place to lay my head Write a rough draft off your will in case you end up dead Anesthesia, (Anesthesia) it takes away your name, giving all the other options makes them all look the same Neon light For a mausoleum, sudden seizure of every running theme Working on the highway, Sandman on retainer, run the bloodied bile through an old coffee strainer And the lights they burn my eyes, my respite is the moon Make the broken path, the one that no one tries, the end is coming soon