its thanksgiving, two thousand fourteen
I listen to "Alices restaurant"
the full eighteen minutes and sixteen seconds, in remembrance
of how thankful I was to have a father, like you.

He's a thundercrash thorncake
Can crush you with a handshake
Juicy as a rare steak
Feeds my dreams

Owns a chartreuse shotgun
Is taller than the noon sun
Has me coming undone
Licks my pain

He's a cyanide thrill ride
A rollercoaster landside
Likes it by the bedside
Fills my ache

I am his and he's mine
Like succotash and sunshine
Exploding like a landmine
Save our souls!

She's
not just a girl.
No, one cannot simply
call her a girl.

She's
a storm,
a storm with skin, bound by
passion and dreams.

She's
a temptation,
her body a fire,
My senses a helpless moth.

She's
a maestro,
her laugh being
the sweetest symphony of all.

She's
a lioness,
the way she perseveres,
fights, and defends.

She's
a diamond,
brilliant and rare,
to be cherished and protected.

She's
a mile,
but only if
beauty was an inch.

It's enough,
enough of hurting me my dear friend,
It's enough, enough of cursing me.

I know....

I'm fooled by every one of them,
I'm a fooled to trust them.
and I'm sick of it, sick of them and sick of you.

Let me be honest...

I feel sick of your attitudes,
I feel sick of your words.
Let's stop this my dear friend,
Let's stop of being my friend.

I can't take this game you play
I feel I'm caving in
My poor heart has had enough
I knew I couldn't win

Look at all the mess you made
Don't you think it's time
To clean up after yourself
I'm so sick from all your lies

Look at me falling now
Cuz you let go of me
Yet without you with me here
I have no gravity

I am tired of dreaming you next to me.

Are you lonesome
Tonight
Do you miss me
Like a moth
To the light
Your smile
Shows me the way
To you
Though,
It was all child's play
I feel so foolish
I fell for your words
Like an actor
In a theatre
For the absurd
So easily replaced
Somebody new
To take my place
Always knew
The time would come
But
Just wish.....