A poetic retelling of an unfortunate arrangement

if you walk away, than i'll walk away. first tell me which road you will talk. i don't want to risk our paths crossing some day, so you walk that way and i'll walk this way. the future hangs over our heads. and it moves with each current event. until it falls all around like a cold steady rain. just stay in when it's lookin this way. the moons layin low in the sky, forcing everything metal to shine. the sidewalks holds diamonds like a jewellery store case. they argue, walk this way. i dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave. baby, don't go away. come here. there's kids playing guns in the street and ones pointing his tree branch at me. i put my hands up and say enough is enough. if you walk away, i'll walk away. he shot me dead. i found a liquid cure, for my landlocked blues. it will pass away like a slow parade. it's leaving but i don't know how soon. the world's got me dizzy again. you'd think after so many years i'd be used to the spin. it always feel worse when i stay in one place. i keep drinking the ink from pen. and i'm balancing history books up on my head. but it all boils down to one quotable phrase... "if you love something, give it away." you may be offended, you may be afraid, but don't walk away. we made love in the hallway on the floor, with the noise in the background from a televised war. and in the defeaning pleasure i thought i heard someone say, "if we walk away, they'll walk away" greed is a bottomless pit. our freedoms a joke. we're just taking a piss. i feel more like a stranger each time i come home. let me walk away. i just want to make a clean escape. i'm leaving but i don't know where to.