Moth Kinsman - Roadkill

I was just roadkill withering
Now

He got released when he was twenty-six
His eyes were wide, just looking for whatever comes after it
A bag of clothing and an old broomstick
A pocket watch but he didn't have a dime or a pot to piss in

Caught in the crosshair, ready, reload
What'd you expect? You were born to explode
Everyone saw in the light of the day
Now you're just roadkill withering

Rolled into town like it was yesterday
Looking to spark some flame, but it was windy and the light had gone out
Pulled out a picture with an old address
Figured he'd still go check, but it was worse than he could have imagined

Found an old face in familiar land
Buried in kids with a ring on her hand
Couldn't embrace that she was in a new lane
Now he's just roadkill withering

Now

Written by:
Timothy Kinsman

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