we gotta get, get out of this town.

it's funny.
the longer that i'm here,
the more the feelings of love and hate start to show.
this town is filled with clowns,
and junkies
and whores.
and we're all as guilty,
doing drugs instead of chores.
i love it here, i do.
but it's driving me insane.
everyone is crazy,
yet everyone's a friend.
what to do in a place like this.
this isn't the way the rest of the world operates,
it's like a secret eden up here.
only the snakes are everywhere,
encouraging bad decisions.
and everyone let's them pass by,
unnoticed,
untouched.
this is the type of place i dreamt about as a kid,
now it's keeping me up late trying to fix it.
all i want is a stable ground,
somewhere that will be on the same page today,
and tomorrow.
not a place where one night can change an existence,
not a place where one night can change a person.
i just want to be happy,
happy with you.
and not have to worry about the consequence.
i want to feel,
something real.
not chemical emotions that i'll lose in moments,
i'd rather just take the recipe.
i feel like i'm running around with donkey ears,
hearing everything without making any moves.
i feel like i'm stumbling around with a tail,
getting caught in doors behind me,
binding me to one place at a time.
i feel like this is the land of lost boys,
where children of all ages are free to play,
but pinnochio taught me a lesson i won't soon forget,
about living too hastily and being filled with regret,
so i'll pack my bags, ditch the ears & jet,
and find a new scene, with a whole different set.

i loathe this town.