about your book as much as you do.
That's just the truth, Tom was right.
Maybe, they will care about the show.
Or the past will find them.
somewhere between love and leftovers.
My nice is in front of me.
Say hello from your Harrison Ford room.
I write every right and left.
for you so many years ago.
Wasting being wasted.
I just want to try to try and make a phone call.
Someday, I will be dead.
With a hammer in my head.
But do you remember those walks?
Will you remember my vices?
I got questions.
But those questions don't matter.
I just hate days without.
Without hearing you or a song about you.