Al Petroleum.

Fazing in n out.
The flicker.
The whisper.
She's here.
You took too much man.
You took too much.
Who said that.


Garrett Johnson.

Endeavors of the night.

3 in mourn.
Queen Jane Approximately.
65 Dylan getting the better of me.
The steam’s a little wired.
Letting all of it in.
Room at the Morrison.
And a drink of apple sauce medicine.
Good enough.
Terrible.
Never better.


Garrett Johnson.

Blueberry tears.

We saw through the eyes.
The electric highway.
The lips overtone.
The winds.
Celestial.
Neon Bohemia.
Cathartic Breath of air on neck.
The melting of the surface.
Suffice in the face of thee ocean.


Garrett Johnson.

From the day I met you
I knew that you 'd forever haunt me
I also knew what you'd be before you knew
I have a weird superpower to predict the future
Upon first contact
Little did I know that it would be my fault
I don't blame you for hating me
But
Know this
I don't even remember your face anymore

I don't know if i have anything more to talk about
I have come to terms with everything in my life including
Myself
Now what do I do

It's been a while since we've met
Good ol' keyboard
I know I've been neglecting you
But I've missed you
Almost as much as I've missed myself

Crashing on the couch.

You'll find your end.
In the river.
You'll find your end.
In the mountains.
You'll find your end.
In the mirror.
You'll find your end.
Living in your doubt.
Find it.
Now.


Garrett Johnson.