dance

i had a dream that you asked me to dance next to the bus bay; in front of everybody- god, it made me so damn happy.

i guess i'd let you be my cellmate, baby. this mix-tape contains the following ingredients: my soul, my heart, and a little bit of my dignity- unfortunately.

unfortunately, hardly anything is what it seems: you're horny but you'll get a life full of dry dreams.

everything is funny when nothing is a joke- wait, no! nothing is funny when everything is a joke.

pinch poke you owe me a bag of dope, yet i'll settle for some coke- as in: cocaine. okay? okay.

o, lady: the first hit will never be like the last; furthermore, the last will never be as good as the first. hang it up while you still can. and fast.

it's funny that my dreams aren't too far off from reality and vice versa. writing in cursive. always writing in cursive and words turn to dust. the upper crust. to the moon or bust.

if you're an angry drunk then you're probably just an angry person. writing in cursive. put my love in your purse- for safe keeping, until the day we ride in that black hearse together. you are my forever.

for worse or for better.