Cody Rikard – End of An Adventure

I wrote this a year ago, so it’s not exactly new. But it is still relevant to me. Lyrics: Trek to the pacific From a cave in the wood, You can’t follow me, But I wish you could. Searching for salvation In an ammoral town I’m tied to the tracks But no trains are around. I swam through the vines, Left my flesh on the thorns, Like Elise for her brothers And the clothing they’d worn. The berries and the blood Left the same colored stain, On a tattered flannel shirt That I washed in the rain. Cleaned my pallette, Left my sweat on the street, My lungs are as dirty As the bottoms of my bare feet. I followed my folly ‘Til I couldn’t see, Then told my life story To the kelp in the reef. Stale cigarettes and the taste of blood, Believe me when I say that I’m not wasting my time. Water on the rocks as the whitecaps break, Anchored like a barnacle no reason to not stay. Fake makeup skin, Fake white teeth, Fake eyebrows And a fake mistique. Washed away By the spray of the waves That sterilize the sores From the paths that I’d paved. Lonely even though I’ve never been alone, Feeling more connected While I’m out on my own. Ferns and spiderwebs Brush my skin, More solid than I’ll Ever be, or ever have been. With histrionics gone And no victims to please, I’m fine living wherever I am blown by the breeze. Take away the poisons That have shaped my days, You’re ugly, now that I can see Your face through the haze. Double Booker’s neat and a needle of speed, Believe me when I say that I’m not …
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