There's shit everywhere but    that's not what's bothering me now.    Its hot and annoying but that    doesn't hold a candle to what's    causing my knees to shake and    my fingers to rattle against the phone.    I'm speechless as my knees are shaking.    Your speechless as your knees are bending.    My head is aching as you're bobbing twenty miles away.    I dismiss this reality in an attempt to    try to avoid facing the truth.    No chance. "Gotta run." I bet you do.    You must be so proud.    Lies disguised behind your pretty brown eyes.    It's been two weeks and you're well on your way now.    Let's blow this town. Its dead anyway.