Apr 06, 2005 12:39
I called in sick for worse, said "the fevers getting worse.Theres a lot of that going round.". I packed a dufflebag with some clothes from the attic, its getting colder in the evenings.
I hocked my pocket watch and a couple old guitars, I could hardly stand to play them. I drew my savings out, closed my bank account, stuck the money in the glove box. I drove away on Monday, I couldnt say where I was going to... it was just something I had to do. I was bored of it by thursday. Driving amorously down endless interstates, searching for queues. Yeah for you.
And I don't know where you are, I guess I haven't looked to hard because Im afraid that I might find you. Is it special where you are? A Xanadu or Shingrala? Is it anything like Omaha?
I called in sick on monday, I was already off the next couple of days, some bullshit escape. I was back to work on Thursday, yeah the fevers gone I think I got it beat. The fever bit me yeah it bit me. But Ive been sleeping and taking things. I think I got it beat.