No work this morning, just me, my coffee and a little bit of music while Hope is in the other room still snoring
Late nights with my daughter make the days pain worthwhile I'll see
Finally found me kind of free from my own mind of constant grief
I was born optimistic now I miss that feeling that I could be
Anyone or anything
Mr. Make-it-work-for-now has a lot to learn
He just works to earn and eat
But not today -

..and then it hit me like she used to do
We cant go back if we wanted to
Never lived worthwhile
Never knew we'd do --
Nothing much
Relax
Til were old enough
With a patch of grass
Pitch a tent and lie
With a handful of **** the pain
Wash down these pills with a gallon of rye

Socially ackward me
They say I talk weird (agreed)
Common ground i found on my dead neighbors stoop
This dormant torment i allowed in my bed chamber too
Sweet dreams, Thursday's the funeral
Suit and tie, don't cry - gone now see you soon though
Wonder why, but not too long
I love you all, play this song
To remember not to forget to see
Whatever helps, helps more without me
.
Backwards maybe but i won't say sorry
Last word will be yours don't worry
Hardly any reason to speak
Every time I see you I feel weak
In my knees these bees can't carry me
Unreasonable me still believes
They should

Word to the wise, were here to survive
Quick to surrender,  December will die
Remember me fondly
Recovering mine
Gone from this day
Wronged for my time
Livid were living
Hateful for why
Love is a sentence
No word can define
Learning to give when nobody cares
Earning to live and so why even try
Words too unwise, most would or will derive
Wits known to cover, another lost - once mine

Art is subject to inspection (unscheduled)
Started out suspects whose inventions we let alope
Messages sent out of love that we let go
Readers unknown still we feel like we met though
Raw and unbeautiful
Scars we don't let show
Scarfs with no winds blown
Broken Hope's forgotten dreams
Her father's daughter mother's mean
Seldom on purpose unpurposely
Stolen she knows not the poet is me
Told how awful I am;
Though, it's easy to see
it's awful are we
Yeah, how awful are we?

I see it's raining outside, here inside it's storming -
my heart has took a beating while the pain is mostly dormant
I feel it after happy dreams cuz i know i can't record them
Nothing like Folgers in your cup -another mourning morning