scotch blue afternoons with buildings,
I found a nickle heads-up.
his only and.
spread these days.
better nights are beside me...
this isn't the first time
I've been a complete asshole,
nor will it be the last.
blood in the street, blood in the yard.
belly up to a barstool.
that's how we live.
we wake up with conduct.
forget me not,
always whispering fun,
or surprise in winter,
your cornerstone still hits the spot.
we talk on internet eyes
and shake.
try for the dead.
she crosses her broken heart...
forgive me in a hurry.
in every book I ever read
there is a line that sticks out to me.
lock my keys inside my
home tonight,
better wolves be asking
for heart and driftwood
and horizon.