just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her

i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course

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…

a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks