Shurry Lane Poem by Cody Fortier

A part of me is missing and how could you tell
I'm the quiet corner guy that my friends need for now
Dish drying slob that's bent out twice a week
To pay rent for the place that I thought I could keep

So there's no more dilema in waiting for this
I'm not coming back, left it dismissed

A part of me is missing and how could you tell
I'm never listening to the ones that bail me out
Sitting feeling sorry, always for myself
If I was tough I wouldn't lean on someone else

So there's no more dilema in waiting for this
I'm not coming back, left it dismissed

Down on Shurry Lane there's a truck with no name
Buy it right now, I would never refrain
From running away, from running away

So there's no more dilema in waiting for this
I'm not coming back, left it dismissed

So there's nowhere's to hide, but I'm already gone
To a place where I'm alive, yet it feels so wrong