A Town to Give up In

Brass tacks jab my arms every time I make a sound.
"Drive on home, you've got it all backwards out there.
Aren't you over it? You should be over it."
You're raising your voice now, in a Turkey Hill parking lot.
The strip mall lights humming their siren song,
Get out of my head.

There's a slope to my shoulders now.
I swear we only float in the shallow end.

At least my exit was convincing to me,
And I'm this close
To some sort of fair-weather break-through epiphany.
Now, the nitrous tanks dug in the yard,
They're hissing in harmonies.
Generations of confidence end with my seed
And the death of your dreams.
Am I wasting your hopes?

Yeah that'll put the brakes to the floor.
"Ambition wasn't meant to be yours."
Our cells, they stop dividing,
The slide show is rounded out,
I'm burning up the carousel.

With a gown they could sell me a lie in.
In a town I could give up and die in.
Not sure if I'm sorry that I told you,
But I'm sorry that I'm smiling.

There's a slope to my shoulders now.
I swear we only float in the shallow end.
Yeah, that'll put the brakes to the floor.
Ambition wasn't meant to be
Strip mall lights humming their siren song.
Get out of my head.