Stay Off-Track; I Wanna Rock!

Coming off the open road.
Shaking off this stretch of highway.
Maybe it was more than I should have known.
A life to lead; not a life to navigate.
I set my sails to new misfortunes
and chart my course on stars that cease to shine.
Clinging on to the memories and the broken dreams of a life I left behind.
Am I so immature as to be the only one
who can’t see the amateur building up in me
and holding on to a life as if it was his only one?
I hold on too long for my own good.
Kick-start my new collision,
bound and gagged by double-vision.
Baby, you and I can be nothing more
than the holding hands of chalk outlines on the floor
skipping stones into the river.
Brooks and streams I still remember.
Maybe I can set this lake on fire
and drown myself in the flames of my desire.
Am I so insecure as to feel this is the only way
to ever rid for sure these painful memories that I’m holding on to?
I’m told it’s wrong, only it feels so right.
I hold on too tight to my crack pipe.
When no one’s around I am cooking up ideas of my own.
When no one’s around and you wander off, nobody gives a damn.
No one’s around, so I’m fucking up.
Least I’m not shooting up.