we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
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
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
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
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
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 kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust