bitchy fucked up thing,
you dont know what you do
another platinum hit for my tired legs
they stand on the seats of my favorite smoke drawn carriage
at night when you take the reigns,
i sometimes wonder where i will be tomorrow,
always planned, and then when its not,
i am just lost
a bit of plunder for the mind completely obsessed
with rest
no peace and quiet in my dreams though
always car accidents and stephen king mini series
a bunch of familiar idiots working in a funeral home
but usually love in the end
and then loneliness as i wake.