Freeway

when misery found company
 it quieted the stance.
 loneliness reminded him,
 this was not our plan.
 jealousy beat sympathy
 till he could bearly stand.
 loyalty torched dignity,
 burned him up and he ran.
 there's nothing worse than a radio edit.
 girls' fashion's callous, the standard
 is angry, blown-out conversations
 about nothing at all with boys
 who hover at the bar like vultures
 indulging in a war.
 agony told apathy,
 you ain't even shit.
 i used to hang with terror
 when fear was still a kid.
 vengeance is circling back,
 he's gonna torture on demand.
 my only hope is memory,
 is someone will forget.
 there's nothing worse
 than the chance you're not taking,
 people complaining couldn't live.
 without complaints, a public execution
 is a solitary death. there's a freeway
 to memorize expense, in some ways
 you never catch your breath.
 but ignore it and we'll see how bad it gets.
 eventually we'll meet again
 with time more worn than done .
 tried to be the better man, the best
 i did was run. we may see our blood
 shed in a storm of distant death.
 attendance at your funeral,
 there's not a thing you don't expect,
 all by your lonesome, watching
 bottles on the wall, broken down
 by morning, pouring through the door.
 if j.ever gets here, he's gonna
 sort you out. there's a freeway
 to memorize expense. in some ways
 you never catch you breath.
 but endurance is the one thing
 you respect.