Kate said that she liked bricks.
I was taught that bricks are bad.
And they are bad.
Kate likes to tell me about bricks.
I don't like to listen,
But I must listen or else Kate will lay bricks down.
Kate scares me.
I don't want to talk to her,
But I must.
I don't want to become like Kate,
And I don't want others to become like Kate.
Bricks are bad.
Stay away from Bricks and Brick Layers.

Sitting on a stool, alone and drunk,
I make eye contact with Red Eyes.
I look down, staring at my drink,
I feel her gaze growing stronger.
When its at its strongest,
I look up into those Red Eyes.
"Tell me,"
She said,
"Why do you have such dull eyes?"
I contemplated for a moment,
Finally, I decided,
"Why do you have such vibrant eyes?"
I asked.
She nodded to herself, turned around,
And stalked away, off to find another man.
I took a sip of my drink,
Thinking about her question.
Thats the last time I ever saw Red Eyes.