Thanks for the information this morning. It was enlightening. Did you feel the American flag drip down you lips, did it feel good to let it burn me? I feel wiser for the knowing, more sad for the hopeful head that thought it twisted my stomach in knots. You win. Are you happier? Only a month we been apart - lyrics dance like a wedding song on mute. You're my new apocalypse, innately frustrated by the state of the art heart attack you drip into my veins. Needle-less to say Im at a loss of words, I can't type back as you hyperventilate about the distaste that lingers like something in your teeth on a night out. Toothpick digs and flossing only seems to scratch the surface as it lingers like a bee sting.
Hold the door, Im coming out and the sun is burning my Irish face. Freckles hide the sadness that awaits my Sunday slumber party for 1 and Im Jack's sleepless head. Nonchalantly flirting with the thought to sleep with a stranger and dance with danger going in without a thought. Thanks for the memories.
