teleport yourself here.. i don't have gentle dreams of gentle giants & love-struck baby ducks unless both sides of my bed are warm & close.. my shoes are missing. only i know what's best for me. now i know something different, though. i know that love & compassion are killer substitutes for the evils that send us diving through windows.
i'm a bottomless pit. my looks are shot, but my ACT score is not. hopefully. reconstructive rhinoplasty for us all! doctor, suck the tar out of our lungs, erase our memories, & send us to the happiest place on earth for recovery. pop our backs & unleash upon us the flashbacks with bats in the car my guardian angel once told me about. anything could be better than this.
i could make an effort. i could treat it right. my big eyes can't see the invisible, though. "you're sure you don't see my name there on the list?" you're sure you can't stop talking to me about the people that are on it? confusion is mysterious. jealousy is a bitch. my heart is precious. i'm making progress because now i'm only sad when i'm alone. as opposed to isolated happiness & public misery.
abs oh lutel eee heel air ee uss.
i might just float away.
/sober