An ember sits dying on the ground

I said it couldn’t have been my mine

The cigarette said otherwise

I didn’t press the point the pressure did that itself

And kept oh so quiet when its responsibility was clear

I walked into the kitchen and saw the mouse run his wheel

His circle wasn’t perfect but then his couldn’t kill

At least ours was intentional and such a good thrill

The same as the sinner who takes pills till he pales

My first kiss is always an overdose and nothing but thrill

Someone shoulda said we don’t all have the same scales

My balance remains broken like my hometown’s hills

Now I’m lying in a bed only I could have made

And it’s literal and figurative and oh so unkempt

But that’s the die he cast when He gave us our will

Every face in a crowd a walking, talking bet

Some say if anyone cleans up, its the Devil

Lord knows my will just wastes and wets

And we run on the wheel and we say that its fate

The truth is fates the metal

Ours is the gait

We choose the speed and trip

When we see a rung too far

Mine might come when I enter a bar

But don’t blame the drink, when I do

We all oughta know by now its not true

Guns don’t kill people, people do