Broken down more than I care to confess.
old roads and sweethearts of the moment the taste of bitter ends goes good with a bourbon and coke .
Blowing smoke rings across the room of some run down dive it's all part of just being me.
Tomorrow I will find good use for dark glasses and a one time call.
I'll see you in a week sugar I'm doing fine and other well intended lies just part of the drive .
Some good laughs and better drugs does it ever grow old boys?
I cant say it does but I dam sure have to late to turn back now.
A blues chord and some broken strings was it ever a choice for the gentle were never intended to understand one as perfectly wicked as me.
I been running taking shelter with whomever I can find .
Photographs of my thoughts like perfume that lingers only within my mind .
It's another journey ahead and some laughs between the vices yearn maybe it's just the urge to know we still feel a ******* thing at all are simply fuel to still make that page bleed .
Maybe you can share I have to many secrets so I guess I will just listen
with a drink in hand .
Moments last lifetimes cherish that place in which you can confide.
As the arts in the phases scattered cross dark corners and a shared embrace.
I have fallen from the mountain only to find myself on the other side again.
Watched friends fade and I still hold them true I drink with you even in your absence ****** the good will always keep my blind to the ****** up **** I no longer recall .
We run until the sunsets fade to repeat again .
Dust to bones forever the fool and always a fast friend.
I have survived it still I care to ignore the sign .
For that highway echo's something a promise can never truly deliver .
I'd stay here longer but the devils always only seconds away.
Maybe one day I will stop or maybe just hang around long enough to stick him with the tab.
Cheers Gonz
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Broken down more than I care to confess.
old roads and sweethearts of the moment the taste of bitter ends goes good with a bourbon and coke .
Blowing smoke rings across the room of some run down dive it's all part of just being me.
Tomorrow I will find good use for dark glasses and a one time call.
I'll see you in a week sugar I'm doing fine and other well intended lies just part of the drive .
Some good laughs and better drugs does it ever grow old boys?
I cant say it does but I dam sure have to late to turn back now.
A blues chord and some broken strings was it ever a choice for the gentle were never intended to understand one as perfectly wicked as me.
I been running taking shelter with whomever I can find .
Photographs of my thoughts like perfume that lingers only within my mind .
It's another journey ahead and some laughs between the vices yearn maybe it's just the urge to know we still feel a ******* thing at all are simply fuel to still make that page bleed .
Maybe you can share I have to many secrets so I guess I will just listen
with a drink in hand .
Moments last lifetimes cherish that place in which you can confide.
As the arts in the phases scattered cross dark corners and a shared embrace.
I have fallen from the mountain only to find myself on the other side again.
Watched friends fade and I still hold them true I drink with you even in your absence ****** the good will always keep my blind to the ****** up **** I no longer recall .
We run until the sunsets fade to repeat again .
Dust to bones forever the fool and always a fast friend.
I have survived it still I care to ignore the sign .
For that highway echo's something a promise can never truly deliver .
I'd stay here longer but the devils always only seconds away.
Maybe one day I will stop or maybe just hang around long enough to stick him with the tab.
Cheers Gonz
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