color yourself, color yourself black and red and when you find life slow and simple then you've grown against the grain but look at yourself, you've
god i feel like hell for myself and you and i hate myself to end absolute walking still below ceilings going round and round nine in the evening now
please, please don't disappear i'm clearly unprepared and aloof and trained to walk without though i can trace the steps we've made clearly so what is
could use some rest but you don't know how if they could see what you believe they'd be like you instantly so it's back to the porch again where all my
been at this too long that's wise said drunk picked at the peddles again, bled red all sense is gone should have left the back door open lordy, lordy
no more explanations accept that your lifestyle is like climbing upstairs to reach a basement while you were searching for mirrors to find a place to
when's better than now when's better than now to come with nothing and deny you when's better than now when's better than now to not believe a thing
to all the years full of front porch stories failed plans and procrastination to r.a.g.n. sowing what others may implore i've been broke and forlorn
sidetracked conveniently five steps from the mainline fresh off a grain porch drinking swill down from picking up in maine counting change "oh how i,
it's not an accusation, i freeze when i see you and i can still feel you breath you say i spread lies for attention as you play victim their minds set
and i wait for an end but what about them with broken wings what about them we've become so indifferent is there a stance one could take to break the
