I ain't eatin pigeon for dinner no more
He changes his mind because I went too far. We all disagree and you ask "is this it?" IS THIS IT!?! I think we should disagree. I have no idea. I can only macro analyze why it is I have a couch and a remote. I can only sense what there is to be smelled and seen.
The Angels are older
The sun sets on
A little grass shadow
Take away the idea
to supplant what
They had forgotten and
Real
Will rise (roll)
Within the spirit of
The souls that breath
Their story
I pulled out the drive way there. And looked down that road. There wasn't nothin for me to do. There wasnt but dirt and memories. "Memories ahead" I laughed to myself. It's like my whole life I can see the destruction so far ahead that that is all there is is Memories Ahead.
Mirrors and a bass line on a piano make for everything that I want right now. It's almost as if I can see it bounce off the reflection without having one itself. It morphs the mirror into a kickstand and wants for me to play my fingers on the cool surface.
Prayer
"Why you come down here to just get hurt? Ain't nobody care bout nobody that don't care."
"That's an excellent point. But I figured I deserved a break."
"You ain't deserve shit far as I can see. You deserve a good dose of heartache."
"That's all I've been eating up until now."
"Yeah well you gonna get more. You gonna get a whole bunch else yous tart being who you was."
"I am who I am."
"Well ain't nobody want to talk to him. He is boring the shit out of all of us. He ain't all that special to be holdin noses up and sniffin at the air like he own it."
"Well, you know Loretta, I haven't ever been any good. And I don't plan on starting now."
"Shit you was a little idol once. You was somethin to behold and you be leavin me yawning with this. You either move to shake the soul or I'll beat it til it falls out."
