don't you call anyone else baby
cause i'm your baby still
it took a long time to make it
but i'll never change my mind
i'll never try to fake it
what the fuck,
there is a great gatsby movie?
I got an email the other day while I was drunk. It came to me as a surprise since I thought that I had long been forgotten. Discarded like a bad hand in a poker game. But it turned out I was the luck in the draw. I'm that last sip before that empty bottle. You probably think that I'm thinking about you. Well I'm not. We have got our selves out of that mess and there is nothing else worth remembering. I'm getting published. In an anthology of sorts. Right in between the pages next to this and that, someone local and whatshisname. Who would have thought I would have such potential. But with every child, I must learn to run without the shackles. For once, I think I did something for myself.
I'm going back to school. I think this is a thing I must do. And do I must. I've spent too many nights thinking and never really going. There is too much wasted potential here, and I need to learn to accept true love; what it is to be alone and what it is to write.
everything will be just fine
i wish you could be here with me
i would show you off like a trophy
the road it winds, it twists, it turns
oh my stomach burns