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I had an interesting day. And an interesting evening. Let me catch your eye before our interests start weaning drinking ice cold water out of a dirty glass whoring myself for rent money and checks I cant cash they staged an intervention when I picked up my guitar getting kicked out of yet another house won't get me far a splitting headached haunted me as I handed out change looking like shit is never too far out of my range sitting on an old couch with two people I dont know watching them cou...

Can you taste my sore throat? Can you taste my sore throat? I can taste yours, like the cat that i am lapping away at old woulds it's more than I can stand to have a sore throat from all the screaming that I've been doing lately. The screaming just turned into a disease the disease of elaboration is what I always seem to be struck with. Ten I look at you nine I fall for you eight you catch my eye seven you pretend to not be interested six I hate this five you start to lean over this way four ...

There's an abundance of sin in this land of sun I've come to find. Landmarks and gumdrops and words are flying where is my mind? I can't pay for books I have no time to listen to your trivial words. But rhyming's for dictionaries and love is for saps is what I've learned. Black ink, red ink, graphite of grey it never really matters. I don't write for an audience I write for myself Though the tears and the laughter. Someone is watching me at all times, always welcome to paranoia. I am in love ...

Today is the day I will finally tear at all of the seams don't you dare, don't you dare. My heart is like a record spinning going no where but always singing, always singing. I am a fuck up I have no pride I told you the truth when I should have lied, I should have lied. I seem to be the cause of all this everyone's dropping dead is there something I missed? What did I miss? There once was a man who once slept in my bed the best secret that I managed to keep kept, how I hate this lonely bed.

There are purple flowers on my walls Grains of sand on the bedsheets Empty pages and full ones too And then there’s me drowning in you   A wallet full of condoms and coughdrops I look for reasons to make use of both. I don’t have a cough but i want to be near you I don’t need sex but like the taste.