Oct 02, 2005 12:58
I am back in the BRD
But I can't sleep peacefully.
My mom is sick, my brothers unstable,
I want't kick over chairs and throw up on tables,
What's worse is I know the Pet Shop Boys said it first.
No drink is going to quench this thirst.
Growth like a man comes in spurts,
but why does it have to hurt?
If move back to the FLA I can't go back to Tampa,
I still got a friend or two but the rest is 6ft under,
So now I sit and wonder, What the fuck will I do now?
Here is great but it's not home. Home's not great and it ain't home no more.
And what's worse is I know Neil Diamond said it first. I am he said.
I thought about Nashville, but I need the sea,
And living in the suburbs is like a disease.
But the country is still big and there's room for me,
I've thought of going to sea.
When lauren asked me years ago "What holds you here? Why don't you go?"
I thought and said "shit, I don't know."
My horse was dead, my wife was fled, Stink of Tampa in my head.
I took 75 north, and cold is always good when you are bruised.
This time I might seek the hot hot heat and go west young man.
I don't know. I just don't know. And what I should do is...
Fuck.
What's worse is that for this no one has said it first.