Delano

I’ll spend my summers on the motorways and crossroads
Always half-exhausted and always fully lost in
Salivary sirens, weekend spouses, or gold prospects
Draped in dimestore romance and batshit expectations
I’ll spend some time in Colorado or Chicago
Always be unsure if I’m ever really there though
I’ll move bi-monthly to another basement bedroom
Grind down my shoe soles ‘til I’ve run out of towns to run to
These passing trucks can be my swan song
And you’ll insist I’ve done it so wrong
But living though my losses makes the world so much less daunting
I’ve got nothing left to fear but fear itself
Fear is an empty glass in an empty bar
Opposite the girl you’ll never have
She asks if I ever feel like I’ll disappear
Well, I’ve been battling my irrelevance for years
So have another drink with me
We’ll toast to our obscurity
Stagger, Medicate, Repeat
‘Til our youth blinks out forever