So you're right, and I'm always wrong. I'll be sure to give a fuck just as soon as I get out of this car. But I'll be sure and write someday I'll leave
Somewhere between here and then... Oh my God, I'm gone. See me leaving. Chasing the sea. The sea breeze pulls me across Kansas. The coast tonight feels
me. But these days everything is fading away. So long sweet memories, farewell and good riddance. Now I don't remember exactly what is missing. What is missing? Moving mountains
Switch on the pilot flame and pretend to sleep. Until you wake up... A trillion questions come from your closed eyes. I know you remember a promise we
I lie awake, after 20 years of sleep. Learn to speak, after 20 years of screams. Am I coming in clear? Calling you back home. (Do you recognize me?)
Day by day, I replay the Catcher in the Rye and I'm not afraid to say, "god dammit, you're right." I've found everything already, and daily, dreary just
The bank keeps calling. Win't I ever get a chance to forget you. I thought when you took off in your stolen Honda you were gone... I guess I was wrong
Last year this drive took me South, but mostly moved me. Everyone slept but me and The Cure. We guided the troops through the mountains and woods that
Imagine me, nursing some ancient injury, go home crying to mom... (so hard) a word. Some issues of abandonment, and how angry I can get. Not a word.
