Rent Strike - IX: To The West!!

Unsatisfied. Incomplete
On solid ground. I'm on my feet
The streetlights call. Call out to me
They say, Nothing will ever feel that good

And in my dreams, it's in my hand
But it keeps slipping through the cracks, like grains of sand
I watch it fall. Fall out of reach
And nothing will ever feel that good

So when my eyes start rolling back
I'll try to look into my mind but it all looks black
It fades away. My solid ground
And nothing will ever feel that good

Nothing can. And nothing ever should

So if you go, I understand
If you want closure, and you can't find it here
I will wait forever

All things. All things come to an end
I know where I gotta go, but dammit! I want to know when!
So I let it go. I let it go!
I let everything go
I'm leaving the pain I have claimed as my own
It sucks, but I'm letting it go

And after me, the flood can come for all I care
And you can all go to heaven, or whatever, I won't be meeting you there
They will carry me, carry me into the West!
With the aches and the shakes and the sweats
If the weight of the world still sits on my chest
Carry me into the West!

Written by:
John Cichy

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