The Garage

The garage becomes a super-charged fortress,
And every conversation is easily split five ways,
And for the most part,
We all seem to stay on top of every twist and turn.
God, you gotta love the mind of a tweeker!
There's nothing quite like it.
All of a sudden,
In the time it takes an average rotation,
We become engineers and storytellers-
Who, oddly enough,
Can relate to anything that might come up.
It's a great feeling to believe (however briefly),
That you may ACTUALLY be able...
To conquer the world-
Super heroes with bullet proof ambitions,
And over protected cell phones,
That offer temporary security,
As well as hide our true identities
Deep down among its menu options...
And every time, its like re-discovering life...
All over again...
Or at least re-defining it...
A perfect life,
With paint pens,notebooks,re-fillable torches,
And a never ending supply
Of nearly dead bic lighters,
That are rarely thrown away-
Cause sometimes shit gets rough...
And they're the only hope you got...
And NO ONE likes to see
A buzz die with a bic.