I've been talking to my self. And I've been walking around for days. Trying to make the pieces fit. There's always something in the way (regret). And the world remains the same (perfect).
Got out of Phoenix, just in time. A box of Kleenex, for the ride. The tumbleweeds said, their goodbyes. To javelinas and DUIs. . I don't want to abandon you but baby I've had my fill.