I’ve got cuts and scratches on my arms from my cats that love to play.
I’ve no longer got good reasons to find the excuses anymore.
I’ve made sure too leave the lying behind, but you so often feel the need to declare my past.
I can see you falling into the life I once fell into, I had imagined you one day would, you were just as easy as I was.
I can’t figure out what it is these people possess.
That made you and me and everyone else obsessed.
The Life-style? The clothes? The money? “The circle of fuck”?
When I was young I could see the stars shooting when you spoke.
Age hadn’t gotten us yet.
But after a few more heartbreaks and a few more moves the light started to fall over the mountains earlier than ever.
When the sun went down it was time to wake up.
Years and dates became just another number.
I hated numbers.
I had left the front door wide open with all the windows up.
A storm came in and let in the devilry.
I switched a match and stood still, stationary.
He walked a crooked line towards me, and the fire.
He said, “Blow out that match, and follow me.”

So I went.




When it was finally time to retire, everything had gotten much harder.
We learnt it ourselves while we we're rolling the dice.
We played and we rolled til' the numbers started to fade.
Just like the faces we once knew so well.
We all gotta learn, somehow.

I've got one foot in the grave but i've got two feet on the pavement.
I'm happy to be here.

so today im driving and another frog jumps in front of me.
now i just think that all these desert frogs are suicidal from this fucking heat wave.
i understand their pain.

summer is almost over. things are changing, fast. i've got the triangle and a handful of friends. i've gained and lost a few..i guess we got addicted to the word leave...it was a blur of a year and i wouldn't change a moment.

i've been numb for so long but feeling is coming back.
smiles with a glittered gold heart and an assortment of colors,
our american spirits allow us to share, it use to take two now it only takes one.
we drink champagne we smoke our leaves.
we make the time we share our needs.
she kills the want so i don't bleed.
i shake it off, i shake it off.
those devilish thoughts, i shake em off.


tonight i hit a frog with the front wheel, i stopped.
he wasn't dead, but on his way.
i couldn't do a thing, just wait.
he soon slipped and i dug him a hole.
he may have no feelings, but I do.