had visions of a poem
a story and a song
hired a skywriter
to tell you, you're the one

I thought about a meal
baked alaska after wine
a blink up in the sky
a star or satellite?

It doesn't matter
nothings changed
havent left my bed...
back pain

I dreamt about our bikes
we were on that romantic path
the one covered by trees
that arch across and back

I made a funny joke
when we stopped to feed the ducks
I used the word "bill"
anatomy or spending bucks

it doesnt matter
i need to stay
in my bed...
back pain

bridge?
it stresses me out
i cant enjoy a song
i shouldnt judge others
when my back feels so wrong

You're god damn grammar
so much incorrect use
I learned English in school
what's your excuse?

I helped give the boot
to jailhouse payback
their song was lacking
it made me sad

but when i laid down
i realized i was wrong
my back pain had stopped me
from appreciating their song

and now I'll burn
will it be cold or flame?
either way I'll descend...
with back pain.