it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too