Whenever I come back The air on railroad Is making the same sounds And the shop fronts on Holly Are dirty words Asterisks in for the vowels And we peered
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess You wanted me to write you letters but I'd rather lose your address And forget that we'd ever met
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwa That you then inflicted was par for the course just
Sitting on a carousel ride Without any music or lights Everything was closed at Coney Island And I could not help from smiling I can hear the Atlantic
It's gotten late and now I want to be alone All of our friends were here, they all have gone home And here I sit on the front porch Watching the drunks
I put on my overcoat and walked into winter My teeth chattered rhythms And they were grouped in twos and threes Like a Morse code message was sent from
get my started now Don't you get me, don't you get me December's chill comes late The days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass There's
The vessel keeps pumping us Through this entropic place In the belly of the beast That is California I drank from the faucet And I kept my receipt For
everything got frighteningly still As they entered and intersected the floor And I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for
I don't mind the weather I've got scarves and caps and sweaters I've got long johns under slacks for blustery days I think that it's brainless to assume
: it's gotten late and now I want to be alone all of our friends were here, they all have gone home and here I sit on the front porch watching the drunks
must have it here right now. but don't you get me started now. December's chill comes late, the days get darker and we wait for this direness to pass
keeps pumping us through this entropic place in the belly of the beast that is californ-i-a, I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts for when the
: I put on my overcoat and walked into winter - my teeth chattered rhythms and they were grouped in twos or threes, like a morse code message was sent
: I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess you wanted me to write you letters, but I'd rather lose your address and forget that we'd ever
got frighteningly still as they entered and intersected the floor and I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for. but all
saltwater film on the jar of your ashes: I threw them to sea but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes that you then inflicted was par for
: we'll correct collegiate mistakes. a shower of formal ideals. completely soused. the hearts on our sleeves, as they drowned we could hear them screaming
