isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice

i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature

with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…