no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
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
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
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
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
