A Bullet Like Buenos Noches

bloodshot bullshit.
nothing can last. 
when the verdicts keep seeping.
I will still be wishing. 

the lake is just right.
and we can all keep dreaming. 
so stay, longer than the hummingbird.
and give me something to perceive. 

whatever you're writing.
doesn't matter, doesn't match. 
I see you 'Read' my texts.
it ain't so bad, it won't end the same. 

I am laughing, because this is funny.
and I think I need more Canadian Club and Avett Brothers songs.
before the night's truth be told. 
take your time and turn it into choice.

taste me in your mouth.
nothing will be the past. 
please take it all and stop. 
everyone has a heart. 

don't tell this story wrong.
tell it right, with emphasis on love and chance. 
the banjo beat it correct by the corral.
I've never been here but I like it. 

I've always been wrong.
I'm so tired of being wrong.
But I hate being right. 
there was a time I could fish and dance at the same time. 

we all got secrets and worries.
baby, I got some tricks up my sleeve. 
the air conditioner hits my neck and I am woven. 
I'll see your pieces in Spanish Harlem.