i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
