Preston Rules

the first thing a whore does
 at the end of the day
 is shower to wash away
 what they've done, and for what.
 i want to visit the heaven
 of f. rogers and j. denver,
 so i'll know things are gonna
 get better when we die.
 and the grace
 that you keep falling from;
 crawling towards bethlehem,
 comforting the seconds left
 you're untying the bound.
 "could you do me a favor
 for awhile, and wait here,
 see if they look back?"
 you get angry
 we didn't all scatter
 in the fear of things to come.
 in the meantime,
 i'll be the one who runs.
 and the things you do
 to ease the pain
 of the things you've done
 are going to drive you insane.
 you can't keep your hands
 to yourself. you're gonna see
 if you can be someone else
 and be free from the self
 you doubted you'd see
 in anyboby else except me.