in time all hands learn the art of letting go

i wonder where gravity would take us if there were no ground

the illusion of spinning,
toxic vertigo

a seat at the table with those who missed their chance

drive safe,
it was nice to meet you

there's a stretch of miles on the pennsylvania highway where no one sleeps.

we make apologies to the rearview mirror and beg for the last taste of sunlight before the motel signs turn on.

my problem isn't being alone,
it's  just feeling like a tresspasser

there's nothing like the taste of a hurricane

mixed at molly's in the new atlantas.

last time i saw blosuming love at a temporary marriage,

madi gras beads with ***** on them,

and split an irish coffee with a french  aunt.

i slept in the stairwell of a fancy hotel.

there was a grave shaped as a pyramid and music in the streets.

your back up plan is sinking.

i used to get angry at the cracks in these walls

now i just serenade the bedbugs

i need something to do
i need something to blame
you want someone to use
you want someone to hate
so we find ourselves in our old ways

we had a chance at
being very decent people
in the past

and let it go to let the good times last

this is the first wedding i've  ever attended  where i have to pick out a formal mask

to  look good for the pictures and not **** the grandparents