going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
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
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
