AOID

Oh, I couldn't quite narrate my passing fright
Over losing the fight to write

And I listened with hyper-conscious care
So as to once more earn the right to go there

But something held me down
To the mattress that I stood on

Moving on to a land of broken tongues
Where everyone is empty, but also lives to fill each other

And knowing that I belong there
The time has come to go to Texas