My greatest fear is finding a corner in a room, moving to that direction, having
a conversation with myself and liking it there.

I will let you go so that someday we can be free.
    Happiness lies between us and we will learn to breathe.

But get your ******* god
out of my ****** face.

Light the blues shine though
on the withered voice of you
while walking so elegantly into
the dingy reeking bar where two
guys, and one gal speak the truth.

what's dead is dead
and what is dead
**is you

my heads too* young, my eyes too* old