poem
woke up this morning and it seemed to me that every night turns out to be a little bit more like bukowski.
and yeah I know he's a pretty good read.
but god who'd wanna be? god who'd wanna be such an asshole?
well we sat on the edge of the river the crowd screamed 'sacrifice the liver!' if god takes life, he's an indian giver. so tell me now why you'll never tell me never.
who would wanna be? who would wanna be such a control freak?
well see what you wanna see. you should see it all.
well take what you want from me. you deserve it all.
nine times out of ten our heart just gets dissolved.
well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.
but one time out of ten everything is perfect for us all.
well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.