Five, six, seven, eight!. . All the time, awake. You're still on my mind. But we were on our own. Almost all the time. . And she'll step away. For a second or two. And I close my eyes. And I
What's passed these hands?. All these drugs and one night stands. So I tremble when I think of she'd do. She'd say something like. "You're no good,. You're like the junkies in this neighbourhood"
It's so quiet on this wind swept day. The city's lights are golden rays. Of sunlight on a subway's tracks. Are you mad again?. If you like. I'll take it back. They're just your feelings. I wasn
Well I never knew my mother. But I can't say that that's so bad. She was still a girl of seventeen. The night she met my dad. He was just six months out of chino. Trying his hardest to stay clean
Missy got off the bus one day. In a crowded depot, downtown LA. She looked around as if to say, 'I'm home'. But I'm home. . I'll find someone to love. And some place to drink. And some time whe
And speaking of. Little Miss Catherine. I feel swell, oh well. Because losing you. Was something I always. . Did so well. I guess I just can't tell anymore. And the feeling I get when I see yo
The other day when we were walking by the graveyard near the house, you. Asked me if I thought we would ever die. And if life and love both fade so predictably, we've made ourselves a kind. Of pred