i can tell by the sound of your voice. that you probably slept in your clothes again. and haven't left the house all day. you're writing in your diary
the plastic on the windows change the atmosphere. i hear you coming up the stairs. parking meter violation flags are showing. the optimistic side of
you've got a lot of nerve to come here. you've got a lot of nerve to break my heart this way. they had nerve to let you in here. you've got nerve to
i understand you need your time. to ask for answers. well i need mine to look for reasons to cross the country. and as for answers i'm coming up empty
stay between the lines. balance on the wire. things i've heard or even said before. and still i turn. another try. making resolutions always with intentions
a penny on the railroad tracks. still waiting for the westbound four fifteen. no name motel and cement smoke stacks. same old same this time. this time
in a pile of trash on the corner of first and park. almost as tall as the street light. we pulled over. two kids on a black and white dyno. my mom and
sleepy eyed and bed headed. nine a.m. traffic jam and i'm late for work again. there are planes overhead and people going places. and i'm dreaming i'
pass or fail. crash and burn. another painful lesson learned. so take it from me. you can't win this way. i'm thinking of how i can fill this hole in
sometimes i wake up with a smile. it's been forever since i have had a turn. it's always you or someone else. and i won't fake it anymore. i'll spend
