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