Feb 01, 2007 05:48
Dear reckless boys:
I cannot handle you right now. For years we've been known to hang on to one another's hippocket. Having private parties of beer, pills and smoke..dancing all night at mjq or in your bedrooms. It always resulted in me silently sobbing while I'm sure you're asleep because I know none of you loved me. I'm good fun and nice to have around but only long enough to get through a few bottles of vics. I releave the pain of life long enough for you to forget about your day jobs, girlfriends and worldly duities.
I'm no yoko. I will not break up the band. I just can't hold onto your fingers and even get close to your heart. I'm a muse, but only for the first album. Once you know what's behind the fog, you're scared. Starvation and addiction don't dismiss fame but you're much happier with susie cabbagetown indierocker and she's glad to have you.
I'm not going to class today. Full bottles of wine don't just hang out in my closet for a month.