Have you thought what it might take? Can you recognize the straw that made it break? Wear your heart upon my sleeve, wear my heart under your feet. Drink myself a drunk, social. You know I aim to please, or not at all. Like waiting up for your call, I’m setting myself up for the …
The thought repels you back against the wall. Setup by an image, maintained by a system, but all we ever wanted was a chance. The glory of self-delusional one man made world change in a tossup for control, where you feel two feet tall. Press your hands firmly back, push off and run fast. Never …
The following scene has been changed from its original version. Cut and recut, edited to keep you pleased, formatted to fit your screen. All names and places have been changed or erased to protect the innocent, and guilty as charged. There’s the matter of protection, with the uninvolved still at large. Parental discretion is still …
I’m down for Denver in October; it sounds like the place to be when you’re thinking that drinking is in your best interest. The problem with long division is that the parts never total the sum; and no matter how much you add it up zero and one is still one. Look for me on …
You know that it’s better to be the fool than to have been fooling all along. Like when they’re missing you, your lips are held so tight. Since it’s impossible to be sure, you’re saying the right things, saying nothing at all must be better than saying what you’d really mean. Although you’re out of …
I wish it was you, the car rolling down the street. Wondering when we’ll talk, I’m so simple to defeat. The stale taste of smoke, hints of morning breath, the cards in my hand are all that I have left. Play your game but deal me out. 8, 9, and 10. I’m down for the …