the dead do prosper

i wear your hair in red and gold, i left no money on the dresser for your ending. its only 24 to life if i leave you now. im missing capitala nd mostly saving time before i fall again and if possible then lets go back to mini mart and fake the ids and the tshirts for new york and make honey lemon and giner tea and sip slow for the war that just ended for my ride on god. and where you see it as your lost messages i bear you justice to the devil and eat slowly for the monday blues, i miss talking all day on the phone and when its really late some nights and i miss you, i cry myself back to sleep and say goodbye, only again in your words and your wars and your enemies say both of us died that night but i think i met you for the west and western that comes after. save money im dying as yours.