under the streetlights

My stomach has turned on itself
I have no laurels to rest on
even if I wanted to
I am in need of someone familiar
but all I see are the eyes of strangers
I am sweating and gasping for air
but my exterior is calm and
cold to the touch
"Pretenders" is my favorite Bad Religion song
for reasons all too real
I have carried that theme
to ridiculous ends
The meandering vine of apathy
has crawled up my spine
and has paralyzed me, silenced me,
blinded me,
and now intends to do me in
If I had a finger free
I would call for you
Would you hear me?
Would you recognize my miserable state?
Can we play one more time,
pretend we are new again and
bound through golden fields
and smoky nights
Let's run free again
because we've let too many things
tie us down and bury us
I want to see your eyes
under the streetlights again
and to need nothing more.