he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain