Do not ever come back.

kiss you into oblivion
under the cracks in the moon
were not even intoxicated
i could really die for an argument.
wondering if my phone call
escaped you from that fate
a terrible car crash bound to happen
and it was just too damn late
and its an uncomfortable sleep
the mornings become more weird.
never take the time to stop thinking.
a dying sound getting worse.
i hope for a tornado
to blow through this town
wipe out your friends and you.
but nothing happens on the east
because i honestly want to scream
until my mouth falls apart.
the roots of teeth being torn
justifying what i wanted from the start
never been surrounded
by bigger morons in my life
than at this time,
right now.
if you don't like where you are
than make a move
and when you do,
don't bother coming back
or running mouth on your own life
because that's where you once lived.
stay where you are.