12.03.2007

Commute corners

What was i saying, anyway?

Something about the line between this one and the amber faced to gray and knowing all along she was the one back when i crumbled on the barroom left and bleeding us for everything from smiles to molding ice in the corner of a hotel stalled for ethics.

Turned on to turner tricks.

Turned off from black and white with age and reason or at least reasoning enough to know some loves are better left spray painted on the sides of monuments than kept on corners and limp lip nights.

I've been once and over now and then.

But now, i'm right.

Lake Street Is For Lovers.mp3

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