whisky drinking and sugarcane sighing
my mom called tonight, about five hours ago, all tidings and fuzzy logic. sometimes she bothers me so much, and sometimes i nned her so much. she's never the solution though, just a nail. sometimes she helps hold something together, sometimes she gets stuck through my hand. i sometimes wonder if i've really been as good a son as i should have been, or if she was really that bad. then i remember all the good and half the bad, and i realize... yes.
i haven't talked to any of the guys since friday. i don't really feel like it, since they pretty much shafted me and have been ignoring me for a good week or two. i never understood why some of them either didn't like me or felt i'm arrogant. i've never been anything but nice to anyone, yet i think i overstay my welcome before i get there. perhaps i shouldn't worry about it and move away. far far away from those who don't want me around.
of course i go about everything the wrong way.
a parting thought from my dear pal rhett miller:
eighteen-hundred miles from this old nightclub
a girl is turning 22 today.
how am i supposed to entertain you?
my fingertips are useless when my mind's so far away.
eighteen-hundred miles from manhattan
the nightclub yawns and opens up it's doors.
thank god that i don't have to pay the cover,
'cause every night I'm broker than i was the night before
yeah this old nightclub stole my youth,
this old nightclub stole my true love,
it follows me around from town to town.
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.
telephones make strangers out of lovers,
whiskey makes the strangers all look good.
well my angel of the morning is in mourning.
my life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood.
and this old nightclub stole my youth,
this old nightclub stole my true love,
it follows me around from town to town.
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.
thanks rhett, i needed that like i need a tijuana hangover.
i haven't talked to any of the guys since friday. i don't really feel like it, since they pretty much shafted me and have been ignoring me for a good week or two. i never understood why some of them either didn't like me or felt i'm arrogant. i've never been anything but nice to anyone, yet i think i overstay my welcome before i get there. perhaps i shouldn't worry about it and move away. far far away from those who don't want me around.
of course i go about everything the wrong way.
a parting thought from my dear pal rhett miller:
eighteen-hundred miles from this old nightclub
a girl is turning 22 today.
how am i supposed to entertain you?
my fingertips are useless when my mind's so far away.
eighteen-hundred miles from manhattan
the nightclub yawns and opens up it's doors.
thank god that i don't have to pay the cover,
'cause every night I'm broker than i was the night before
yeah this old nightclub stole my youth,
this old nightclub stole my true love,
it follows me around from town to town.
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.
telephones make strangers out of lovers,
whiskey makes the strangers all look good.
well my angel of the morning is in mourning.
my life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood.
and this old nightclub stole my youth,
this old nightclub stole my true love,
it follows me around from town to town.
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
i just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.
thanks rhett, i needed that like i need a tijuana hangover.