When I Was Still Growing Up. And Dad Head Off To Work. He Put Coat And Tie On. Over Fitted Shirt. . Nothing Else Will Fit Right. Or Seems So Directly Applied.
Memphis comes creeping down my back. Somehow this place tastes just like an attack. A hundred-yard-stare of a kiss. Lord, I know I'll never miss it. .
It's easier to drink on an empty stomach than eat on a broken heart. The figures of art. And that kind of thing only will bring you apart. I'll give it just one more chance.