Petrichor

They talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs
 But I love instead in my head William S. Burroughs in my hands
 I burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand
 'Til it's purple and collapsed from the digging
 Searching for a path to the virtue that I had
 Surfaces will crack from the circles that I've ran in the city
 City of the Living Dead wishing they could live again
 Rip me into little shreds I'm filthy
 Admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness
 Kiss me 'til I'm innocent and kill me really
 I feel rosy two pockets full of poesy
 I'm nosy that's too obvious for Cody
 Too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette I lit
 Just to get another hit when new monsters can control me
 And it's an arcane parlay but hearts aren't really heart shaped are they
 I don't really know why but today is different from the last
 I don't want to waste no time in wishing it would last
 I can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh
 That this moment doesn't seem like a symptom of the past
 I'm alive skipping by a land mine softly
 The ship is gonna capsize probably it's okay
 I'll make my own way that's my hobby
 I don't want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain
 And that means that I'd pay-pay no mind of grate-grateful times
 As day-days go by and leave
 Rather lead a gra-graceful life and say-say no lies
 And take-take both sides of me
 I've fallen into more pieces than are countable
 But put 'em back in a sequence that amounts
 I'm fiendin' for an out that can set me free from writer's block
 I keep forgetting to remember everything that I forgot
 Yea and they say when it rains it pours
 I'll splash in puddles when I know I can't evade the storm
 I'll burn another bridge just to make it warm
 Then I'll throw myself inside, watch me burn myself alive
 This is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut
 If I run quick enough then I'll come into some
 Symptoms of innocence when it's crushed into dust
 If I wasn't in love with it just give it up
 I'm feeling cold and under pressure
 And hide my nervousness with silence
 But when a coal is under pressure
 That's when it turns into a diamond
 I've been in front of the line of fire to hold still
 Watching all the people that try to bite through my stone will
 Don't cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear
 You either take the higher road or be the road kill
 
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 On September 1st of 2007, I learned what it's like to feel the world collapse beneath me
 To free fall for so long that you forget what the ground ever felt like in the first place
 And the only thought you do have is that when you finally land
 You hope it's hard enough that no piece of you will ever be discovered again
 You see, I watched my hero die that day my friends
 And so far I have survived every day since
 I have no choice but to forward while being gnawed on by the birds of prey
 Praying that I never have to take another step in that same direction
 I am the deliverer of ashes
 A cultivator of roses in my fathers name
 And while I miss the pieces of myself that have been killed by my own hands
 I celebrate the ones that I have created since
 I've reinvented myself more times than I'd care to count
 And each one is a little less beautiful than the last
 Which leads me to here, the now
 The culmination of every moment of my life
 And I want nothing more than to tear every piece of my flesh off one by one to show you what's been hiding underneath
 Because these are the flowers for my father