You used to turn my cheeks so red i swear they could burn right through my skin and set fire to us both.

And we would sit and watch as our words went up in smoke.

Maybe he pumped up on drugs,
but Cash never went to prison,
so what else is a lie when we
write songs that sound beautiful
and mean nothing?


Your loose clothing, strings
falling off your shoulders,
and dying plants.
Tight on the hips,
this room is full of garbage
&
I’m abandoning it in
a few weeks anyways.

I need someone to eat
all of my sins and make me
clean again, if only for
the weekend.

One day I sat down listening
To one of your songs
Just waiting for the man to come

And then in the other day
I refused to go onboard that ship
Cap didn't seem very well to lead me somewhere

Some years had gone
Some new songs had come
Some new exciting feelings too

One day I got up to go to the zoo
But there were warnings
"Do not feed the animals"
I don't mind, I don't care
Certainly it was a lovely day
Spending with your records in my ears

The other day I saw my face
And hated myself, I've wished
I was someone else, a better person
Someone good, like I always thought you were

But as dreams come true
Nightmares does too
I would really apreciate
If you had an imortal body
To never listen what I have listened
On that sunday evening...

Lou is gone