Friday, June 10, 2011

It's round midnight
I got a headache, cuz I'm all alone
I'll call Julie, but she's married now
I'd only wake the kids
There's my old friend Charlie Little,
But Drink killed him long ago
I guess when you're all alone, you're alone
When your head hurts like broken aspirin, you're alone
Lay down in pain, I will, and sleep in the space between the years

1 comment:

Human Paradox said...

Frickin' excellent SC. Great to read this new stuff. It's fresher, like an expensive suit, taken out of the closet, dusted off to wear again.