Goodnight, myself
you’ve been alright to yourself
you ate okay, and you wrote something down
skinny naked oak stands out in front of you, and sober as a wall you stare
Oh seany, what have you come to?  you handsome frailty, delete the last phrase
indulge in your favorite candy, don’t call your mother again


oh life, you curious thing

Goodnight, myself
you are a hairy creature, clawing at destiny with evenings of contempalations
the ******* boys jerking each other off while they sing of reasons to die
What are you looking for?  in those limitless interviews
destiny?
it has to come tonight, of all nights, it was all leading up to this night

Goodnight myself, singer of songs loving the cotton candy crooning crawling all over the chords
making music with a drunken rustle
Your fears have added up to the millions, and for some reason you broke down a wall today
and you didn’t realize it until just now