Analysis of I HAVE NOT SPOKEN OF THE TRUTH IN YEARS

I have not spoken of the truth in years
I have not felt the need to care up until now
You know how I am, I do not want those things that I can not feel inside of my hand something that might just give me a reason to believe in this season
I open my eyes wide for every breathing moment of mine is a surprise. do I really any longer need to hide?

I have not spoken of the truth in years
I was so fucked up inside of worries and fears
I have felt so dreadfully cold that I wore your  leather jacket that you left me inside the heatwaves of the 1990s just around the time you died

It is early in the morning
the truth is next to me yet she is sound asleep I am up because she snores like a cheap Sears chainsaw but I still love her
open are the doors of my mind after sipping my morning mushroom tea
I see a face over time I could close my heart nothing can put me back together again to factory settings and I lost the God damn warranty

It is one thing to dream of the truth and the lies
It is another thing to figure out which of the two is me and which one is you what is REAL

Can you get lost in your slumber knowing the unknown and those things that may exist?
like a monkey, it crawls up your back for one more look while with a book of answers dropping it on your head
The cigarette girl with her cheap tube of lipstick spells out the word LIE  on the speakeasy wall

You sit at your table with that overpriced bottle of wine while I sit with the hipsters and their homemade moonshine we speak of  the universe as you cry clip those bastards flapping wings for they think on their own and their words are those that the angels care to sing

We all stand up flip the tables over and scream watch us fly away towards the past the present the future searching for the truth that they refused to speak of inside all of their years