Sinking Pinks

A sunset interjects
The kind of red you only see in stores
Afford yourself more reality
Singular mood polarity
If you could, you’d have a close friend
Drive you off into the sinking pink
It seems like sap is sweet, sweet on hand
But in the trees, it is subject to
A higher power and no
Mat-ter how you feel
Keeps you alive
And when the planets align
All you can is dive
You are so far high
You are more
Wake up with a raven on course
Good gallon on razorblade blues
Darker on the edge
But you’re sleeping slab