Velvet Streets

Interstate number ten
My hands are gnarled talons on the wheel
A psychological gun pressed into
The vinyl of my seat

Streetlights joyously laugh
Dance with the cracks in the windshield
Watching me
As I spring the trap

The outlaws of old walk alone
In denial of denial, coming home to
Velvet streets
Velvet streets

And I know
The price of trust is always high
I know this world wasn't meant for you and I
I know all things must come to an end

The outlaws of old walk alone
In denial of denial, coming home to
Velvet streets
Velvet streets

Velvet streets
Velvet streets

And I know
The hollow place in the wall where the children go
To hide and listen to the insects drone
Unconcerned that everything's coming to an end

The outlaws of old walk alone
In denial of denial, coming home to
Velvet streets

Waterboard myself in existential waterfalls
Velvet streets
Twist my neck backwards into history
Velvet streets
I could contort my limbs unnaturally and crawl the walls
Velvet streets
I could but I think I'll stick with you in this mystery
Velvet streets



Credits
Writer(s): Monty Owen Ii
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