“He left no time to regret,
Kept his dick wet,
With his same old safe bet.
Me & my head high,
And my tears dry,
Get on without my guy.”

“The guy was dead as hell. He lay on the floor in his pajamas with his brains scattered all over the rug and my gun was in his hand. I kept rubbing my face to wipe out the fuzz that clouded my mind but the cops wouldn't let me. One would pull my hand away and shout a question at me that made my head ache even worse and another would slap me with a wet rag until I felt like I had been split wide open.”

“I worked in a health food store once. A guy asked me, 'If I melt dry ice, can I take a bath without getting wet?”

“My old cat is dead,
Who would butt me with his head.”

“But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?”

“That’s me, that old guy, that old drunk guy! Who claimed he was my dad? Like, me from the future?”

“If a man makes me keep my distance, the comfort is, he keeps his at the same time.”

“There'll be the same old faces,
in the same old places,
where my youth was well misspent,
but I toe the line and move in time,
to a town called no regrets.”

“You left me drowning in my tears”

“I don't regret my painful times, i bare my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that that smile dimmed by tears”