She's gonna leave her tag
On the freight train of time.
Alice don't you know,
Pain doesn't cost you a dime
And that's why your mother always cries.
Ya know we don't need
another punk rock hero,
'Cause a guitar's never saved a soul.
And that billboard by the highway
With your name in neon on the back,
What do you think that's gonna prove?
No one cares about your panic attack.
After all, it's nothing a quick hit won't fix.
Ya know we don't need
Another punk rock hero,
'Cause a guitar's never saved a soul.
Alice come home,
I didn't mean those things I said.
I've got all I need right here
Cause at least we're better off than dead.
And there's not a lot that people like us can do.
Yeah, yeah we don't need
Another punk rock hero,
'Cause a guitar's never saved a soul.
Now when
The lights fade,
And the last note has been played,
Will you still be afraid
Of everything you've yet to give?
YOU ARE READING
Picking Up The Pieces
PoesíaThis is a small collection of poetry I've written in the past year. I'm proud of how they've turned out and I hope you enjoy them! Also, the first piece, Graffiti Alice, has already been posted on here before but for this collection I made some edit...
