1, 2, 3, 4. Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radio. 7 a. m. sun reveals a failed cherubim dangling from the rafters. Like a sentimental ghost floating midway.
A drink for one is never fun. A sip deadens the pain. She's sick of games and learning names. She puts her black book away. . She scans the place for a friendly face.
I sat back and had a dream about something to do. I know that me not eating is hurting you. . The only thing she said was pick up the phone. Guess what I know your home and you're not alone.
Hallelujah for sleeping pills. And amen for a good stiff drink. You know that I can't sleep. So why should I try. It's been this way for years. You think by know I'd know why.
Been a few days. when I feel better. I'm taking you out on the town. anywhere is fine with me. Just don't give up so easily. . The simplest things. become so hard.
I don't like the way that I've been. So unfeeling and full of sin. Trying hard but you can hardly tell. Home is where you hang yourself. . Four months and seven days.
My stomach hurts I can't sleep. What the hell's inside of me. Makes me feel this way. Almost every day. Was it something I did as a hurtful kid?. My payback from way back?.
Hey I'm all right. I'm just uptight. Can you blame me?. . Once in a while. I crack a smile. Can you blame me?.
By the way you can't look me in the eyes. I can tell you're trying not to cry. Because of all the stupid things I've done. Switching on the heart breaker to stun.
The velocity of time turns her voice into sugar water. . I'm on a concrete way. The wind is blowing to the north, northwest. It smells like sands of the southern island.