a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
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…
