Endless Pits

The asphalt was a boundary where the planet let me go
I’m flailing in the vacuum where the bitter currents blow
The lawn is just a memory of a lush and plastic peace
I’m seeking out the bottom but I’m finding no release
My fingers claw the oxygen like talons in the dark
I’m falling through the neighborhood without a single spark
The tits of every housewife are a blur of white and pink
I’m watching every swimming pool begin to fade and shrink

I’m a bullet in the cellar and I’m never gonna land
I’m trading in the firmament for nothing in my hand
The pit is just a tunnel made of concrete and of spite
I’m plummeting through morning and I’m falling through the night
There is no fucking floor to catch the weight of my mistake
I’m a ripple in the nothingness that no one’s gonna make