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

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

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

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