I Typed For Miles

Jets To Brazil

I live in a hotel

must keep writing

if I'm to be better than everyone else

like figure skating

like asphyxiating

on your own seeping fumes

you're just waiting

living in a hotel

but I'm not traveling

between two points, in mid air,

I'm levitating

above the earth

beneath the sky

eyes like static

in my three feet

from bed to wall

there sleeps a genius

leave me here to my devices

the call could come at any time

they're playing love songs on the radio tonight

I can't relate to that right now

note so self : no one cares. your voice is average

in worried piles I typed for miles and noone noticed

I will begin

I will put right

this morning terror

I have been kissed

between the ears

by human error

leave me here to my devices

I need a word to change my life

I've tied my ankles to the table legs with wire

he can't write so much as type

leave me here to my devices

I can't think with all this noise

they're playing love songs on your radio tonight

I don't get those songs on mine

you keep fucking up my life