(Just Once) Lets do Something Different

i've got the scars that i'm hiding from times i should have died and a drink to remember them all-but, it's the ones i've inflicted that keep me addicted and keep you admitted this fall. so, dont expect this to let up. now get set up for the setup. just put up or shut up...or dont call. sister, ive seen things this summer that some say should stay safely stashed away-and brother, you better bring a baseball bat or better, because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet. so, just once lets do something different if its not too much. conflicting turn signals-we're dead. a bold, bright beacon blinking red; the answer thats been written since day one. the ride ruined in the recoil, tipped and entrenched in the topsoil, an an impulse still searching for the gun. faster, feet flat to the floor mat. the tank topped up with the top back. brake lights blotted out by the sun. i've suffered through my potential and didnt come back with anything substantial. i'm sorry, but i need saving and this horror is the perfect ending.