Last nights pants
It's as if I've lost my toes and forgotten how to walk. the light is yellow today. woke up in a daze of confusion and mothers threatening to check the pockets of last nights pants, now todays, soon to be tomorrows. crosswalk bowling was a success until those little men on bicycles kicked us out with flashlights and holstered reprimands. Went to the sidewalk, got a crowd. Max from italy was there, so was gimpy. Where were you? Where was I.
David Bowie hands me golden years through the wires and i regret sleep. I regret hours wasted. I regret not loving. I regret everything. I regret nothing.
David Bowie hands me golden years through the wires and i regret sleep. I regret hours wasted. I regret not loving. I regret everything. I regret nothing.