Oct 2014
I'm smelling ash that isn't there
And tasting beer I haven't drank,
I have you to thank.
I miss these dull temptations
Even all they've done is hurt me.
Leaving me was easy, how hard could it be?
These days I laugh,
I laugh with pain,
I can't even try to say your name.
And tasting beer I haven't drank,
I have you to thank.
I miss these dull temptations
Even all they've done is hurt me.
Leaving me was easy, how hard could it be?
These days I laugh,
I laugh with pain,
I can't even try to say your name.
Well, here's something. It isn't much, I guess. Charles Bukowski's "Cows in Art Class" stuck with me and here's something I cooked up from it.
