Sweet Fried Rice

How I just can’t seem
To see the dream
The ache deepens my scars

And the words feel sweet
But they don’t release
I’m tied to the back of the car

Passing penny lane
With no penny’s gained
Passing go
With nothing to show

I’m an open wound
I’m a lost left shoe
I’m a whirlpool
I’m a deep dark blue

I miss you

There is Jesus Christ
And sweet fried rice
Things to get through the day

And the traffic stops
Going nowhere fast
The pain when I try to pray