prohibition stepped in, (and i was) looking like a victim.
2005-06-18 4:02 p.m.
if you want to meet me, i'm collapsing, a check on the table, a warrant, glamorousthose hands that once turned to mine now find better comfort, the long nights that leave mouths to stutter, slurring valentines in unmarked letters
this is to the life i left behind, i'm keeping hidden on the highway, in the hot streets, and i'm still thinking that if someone can understand me, there will be a solution worth having
and i'm still thinking that there is no place to find such understanding.