Missed the last train home.. Birds pass by to tell me that I'm not alone.. Well I'm pushing myself to finish this part,. Can handle a lot,. But one thing I'm missing... is in your eyes..
Are you hoping to get out of this mess. truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess. you're a bird on a wire. and you're wrestling. . who's dirty laundry are you turning out fresh.
On a lonely day. I look out on the freeway. I can fantasize 'bout the car I drive. Don't need the light on, I can find my way. It's been so long now, I have to say.