Big Jackpot Jimmy

nothingisnevergood:

nobody-dies-when-its-sunny:

I KILL GIANTS // PART 3

I know your throat feels so damn thirsty 
but the Brita’s empty once again in the fridge 
I’m sorry Matt for being such an asshole, 
but the hole in the wall feels lonelier than it did. 

when I was seventeen 
and the train tracks seemed so kind 
now my hometown’s on TV 
and the worst part feels so far from over 

and if I’m not breathing, 
you can just assume I’m doing fine. 
I know my hands seem dry, 
But just assume it’s cold outside. 
I’m sorry Mom, I’ve been lying this whole time. 
but don’t you worry now, ‘cause I’ve been talking to Caroline. 

when I was seventeen 
and the train tracks seemed so kind 
now my hometown’s on TV 
and the worst part feels so far from over 

— 

There is nothing more miraculous than the exit 167 sign on the Garden State Parkway 
The green glimmer glazed upon the horizon 
Beckoning my name, distant but not forgotten. 
My heart is a factory off the New Jersey Turnpike 
Fumigating industrial waste into my paper lungs 
My chest, six panels and dotted coloring 
Hiding in burrows disguised as Babylon 
Writing off talking in my sleep as a reason to stay away from people. 

When I know, I’m just terrified of people. 

I know that no matter how hard I try 
I am still drawn to the loading dock behind the Closter Cinemas 
As it beckons our shared name 
Home. 

— 

and it hurts 
that I still care 
I’m trying to forget it 
but I can’t. 
please understand. 

and if I’m not breathing, 
you can just assume I’m doing fine. 
and if my hands seem dry, 
you can just assume it’s cold outside. 
I’m sorry Mom, I’ve been lying this whole time. 
but don’t you worry now, ‘cause I’ve been talking to Caroline. 

let me feel alive.

This is cool.