I never would have thoughtthat the idea of you would ever feellike a time worn scarbut today that's what you are to meNot the raw burnor almost bleedi..
In this hand me down notewritten on crumpled newspaperhidden by the horoscopes.You are letting me down easy.Well isn't that just perfectIn the middle ..
I am nothing if not a foolracing clocks and stomping feetCalling phony telephone numbersand talking to myselfHanging on imaginationpretending every se..