i see her.
she looks splendid.
i always loved denim on her.

then i see myself.
misshapen, cracked at all the right places.

who did this to me?

then i see her
and i want to reach out
but she doesn't need to be saved anymore.

i already did my time.

me - scraggly, unshaven, sober
and looking for someone to ****

someone used to temper me.
this i know.

when the whirlwind comes to me,
it will proceed.

'cause it sees i have nothing to lose.