Sat in the kitchen with an asthma cigarette. Out the window with an inch of regret. It's a gray world. . Sold all the gear that he had in the shed. Gave him a hard time, so he up and quit.
Fell down on both knees, you were young. Bones still soft, legs fell numb. Oh, how those sparrows sang for you. . So you grew up, an isolated pup. You had some books, you had some love.