Hopelessly motivated lies Give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry Black skied midnight I have only to delight in my suffering I sit
Some days I'm splintering and cracking at the seams. Giving way for her to stay inside my mind and fucking with my life. Some days I'm wide awake and
I'll greet the sun today, barely standing on my own two feet. But if there's a truth to find: I will find it. I've seen saints become abandonment and
Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook: They were all for you. Looking back today at a history of forty pages. This will be the last one
Sit down if it suits you, darling. Pour yourself a drink. Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think. I've got a two ton iron weight
