I spend five weekdays trapped inside a suit. A computer sits on my desk, along with a phone. Rather than talk, I listen to the dial tone. People are angry at me. Because I have to make them pay their bills, so I can pay mine. Sometimes I feel like I’m just wasting my time. So I’ll roll up my sleeves and I’ll bite my lip. I’ll get this shit done and go home. I can’t...
I Can't Be In This Head Tonight
We picked up the pieces to our afternoon She said “its getting too cold out, could we head in soon?” That’s fine; you’re just in time We laid in bed and we thought too much It felt so wrong thinking of such things Like you and me being happy We turned our backs to each other As we thought of another You’re not the only one who keeps me up and awake I’m lying too close now Our bodies show...