Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Grilled Cheese Sandwich of Shame

I'll start the car, but we'll stay in park.
The cold can kill us before fumes.
Now is the right time for a good song.
Get something to say what can't.
Do you feel bad, like i feel bad?
Pour us a road . . .
. . .
Give me everything you've got now.
I don't feel a single thing.
Drag me out into the cold rain.
Let it hover over me . . .

. . . let it fill me up let it freeze let it break
something has got to give

1 comment:

Ash said...

I did feel bad. I missed you terribly. I love sitting in the car with you, with no where in particular hurry or with any destination in mind.

I love you.