illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

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

man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

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

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

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