he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
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
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord