tomorrow you'll be worlds away

the lights are off but i can't rest.
everything i say i learn to regret.

fuck.

dear manchester

so, i know where my roads are leading for the next three years -
hopefully with a detour to the USofA.
the weight's off my shoulders, but has slipped down to my feet.
i'm dragging my shadow behind me down the street.
where am i going with this?

i've never been so happy. i've never been so apathetic.
fourteen years for this?
goodbye home, goodbye person who knows me best, goodbye to the sanity i have left.
i'm not scared. i'm not worried. i'm not excited.

but i AM ready.
ready to breathe underwater.
ready to enjoy the brief pride of a father.
ready to get the hell out of this town.

latin verbs

this is for those catholic bastards, who never knew their absent fathers.
i like preaching to people so much worse than myself about how to end up like everyone else.
humanity is fucked in the head(boards).
i feel sexy when i'm out of my mind.
we can't all be perfect all the time.

watching the phone ring again. observing people live in a different way.
i want to feel whole again. human again. flawless again -
wait. i never felt that anyway.

seems the hours take us from bad to rehab.
this is the gun that went off on the first pull.
you can't count bullets in bodies.

i blame the gin.