the morning after the party
all the good times I've ever had could fit into a garbage pail, because time doesn't weigh a thing
all the parties I've ever crashed like an ass- where are they now?
down the drain in the back of my brain
there it is
it isn't
I am it
I'm in it
“this night should last forever” I had thought
then I go to my grandfather's lonely house and mow his lawn
~
2004 - 2007