Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

Right. I want to wake up naked, next to her. Kissing the curve in her clavicle. That is the dream, because I couldn’t imagine anything more pleasant and peaceful. Pretty.
I saw this shit last night. No I didn't. I won't lie to you. I saw nothing. Except for some porno and the inside of my eyelids. But beauty is everywhere and I am here, and I have seen her less than I desire but more than I deserve.
I don't want to do shit with my life. Honestly. But where would I go?
I feel sorry for the VCR. It was once the bomb, but now is pushed aside like yesterday's beef.
You know that all the shit I hate is because I love so much that it hurts? You know that don't you? I abide by my love and try, but it hurts so much because people are so much better than they believe. But she leaves the light on. He still leaves hair on the soap. They both order the same meals at the same restaurants and everyone else is too busy to notice. I just try to make it right. But I am fallible as I am, despite my inner voice, mortal.
Everywhere looks the same. These people act the same. Parody. Same tracks are played at the club here. It's sad. Is it your jam? You need a nitcomb? Are there torn betting slips around you? Where's the used chewing gum? Would you wear the shoes of a bankrupt man? Would you bask in the sun at the financial district as stocks plunge? Would you watch television as your sister is raped? Have you ever drunk with the homeless? Do you know what it means to be free? Have you ever been? Would you even want to? Do you wear different clothes when you see him? Do you have the most cake?