them just like they miss me. Now yesterday I think he might have called to say "Hey," or just to get us all together on a Saturday, to take some time
Tarot change and the nonsense, those are the ones to send to lovers and friends on the run, and don't forget your letters to me, because I need some.
plans are shot, and that stock's not worth a thing. Like it or not, the neighbors yell when we sing together. Sure, I like pissing you off. To get some
They used to throw some fists but now they fuck you up with teflon. Still serious? If so I hope you got some boots on because it's raining. Complaining
it would come with new weather as the blank dormers stared at each other, or into thick Autumn air. Was that Allston in late 89, or some other place, some
it out, if only with pencils. But underneath the same skies as those ones pushing the same lies. So grab a pen, turn of the CNN, and stratch me out some
nonsense, part lung test, sickness loved in these hands. Sought numbers for answers. In hundreds I said prayers. Missed some trains. Lost some friends. Some
How many times have I heard, "In the South they just don't work." Lazy angels spill time and use lives as I would mine. Pouring out of windows, like
thought you guys were all totally clean, but I guess we all need something to relax. I know you have some place to be-prepared some information for someone in some
