It's three in the morning.

For your eyes only

Take me back to see the stars,
And slip one in your sleeve,
before sliding it in my pocket.
Not forgetting a squeeze at the end.

Prescription pills in your tin candy can,
Ragged band shirt, loosed overalls.

Green, pink, gold, red for three days,
and at last, a forever sickening platinum.

Laugh, don't smile.
You can't fake a smile.
But you can laugh it off.

For your eyes only.
The scornful look upon
motivational speeches,
poor portrayal of a fake utopia.
She loves the idea, not the execution.

For your eyes only.
Mid accounting class phone call,
from the three letter place.

For your eyes only.
45 too many.
Dream walking back home.
Back to me.

Don't wake up!
The lights are too bright,
The walls are too bright.
The coats are too bright.

For your eyes only.
Drop me off when the road gets tough.
You sing jokingly along the music.

For your eyes only.
Stars in my pocket had blood stains by the halo,
from paper-cuts of course.