time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

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

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

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