If we're talking about love
Then I have to tell you
Dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed.
I've gotten lost before.
I've woke up stone drunk
Face down in the floor.
Late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
Everyone hates a bore.
Everybody hates a drunk.
This may be a lit invention
Professors muddled in their intent
To try to rope in followers
To float their malcontent.
As for this reader,
I'm already spent.
Late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
Everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
Dear readers, my apologies.
I'm drifting in and out of sleep.
Long silence presents the tragedies
Of love. Note the age. Get afraid.
The surface hazy with attendant thoughts.
A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks.
Late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
Everone hates a bore.
Everybody hates a drunk.
Everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.
I hate where I wound up.
- :
- Collapse Into Now
- Green
- Part Lies, Part Heart, Part Truth, Part Garbage: 1982-2011
- We All Go Back To Where We Belong (Single)
- Reveal
- Up
- New Adventures In Hi-Fi
- Monster
- Automatic For The People
- Out Of Time
- Dead Letter Office
- Miscellaneous
- Fables Of The Reconstruction
- Chronic Town
- Document
- Murmur
- Reckoning
- Mine Smell Like Honey (Single)
- The Automatic Box
- Accelerate