June 13, 2012

• Some nights

  “Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
  Some nights, I call it a draw
  Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
  Some nights, I wish they’d just fall off

  But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
  Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for oh
  What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
  Most nights, I don’t know anymore…”

   

  So instead, I just work on myself. Not just some nights… some days. Some weeks, even. Maybe a couple months this summer.

  Perhaps.

  I think this will be healthy.

   

  -b.

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