Aug 02, 2005 08:28
...
and he wouldn't believe me....
self esteemed glory, forever.
the fast car.
the bedroom door...
give it all up. refused.
and the selfishness could never appreciate.
and the liner notes never change.
bleeding in 2 spots.
living room filled with cigarettes and gin and aspiration..
and his fingers are bleeding too..
and he would never believe me. mangled.
never wanted more....
...it wasn't there before the highway.