A decade under the influence of a little devotional about faith and the greatest romances of the 20th century.

All of this time spent in Brooklyn, Miami, and El Paso yet you haven't replaced the ghost man on third. Someone needs to step up to the plate, put their money where their mouth is, and swing.

But in all of my blue heaven I've never known such divine intervention as sleep. Slowly sinking into me, capital m-e.

This photograph is proof only to your own disaster, this slow dance on the inside doesn't feel a thing like falling.

And since you’re gone, you got me. I'm still waiting on the pitcher’s mound screaming there’s no I in team. This is all now, a new American classic a one eighty summer during winters passing.

With that being said I wish I could say you’re so last summer, but the blue channel I watch now where our memories used to play tells me otherwise.

You know how I do, everything must go, and I don't believe it takes one to know one, because neither of us really were, but it made things easier.

Easier in way like what's it feel like to be a ghost, because my catholic knees aren't bent praying for you, I don't really believe that's god's sorta thing anyways.

And speaking of us I know you hated all the get rich quick schemes but who are you anyway, all your money let it go. You can't keep it,

I suppose the teams lucky that in the union we made, neither of us set phasers to stun. We were cute without the e and everyone knew it.

So I would say cut me up Jenny, but call me in the morning. Sometimes we need a sad savior to feel new again, sometimes if you see something, say something because I don't always know what I'm up against.

But I'll make **** sure that I'll let you live lucid. The light at the end of the tunnel is our last chance.

So good luck, this cruel word enterprise, this recurring dream of being painted in the dark losing color reminds me of wolves.

It's strange we should meet here holding the reigns together always being so apart. But I guess that's how you should live a day in the life of a pool shark. In record shape this violent tango has emptied the open register.