Nineteen at the bar with a nylon string guitar
Ten friends in the crowd, two drink tickets down
Spitting off on a bike in the middle of the night
Invincible feeling, jagged lines on the ceiling
Paint job in my room
Someone should have said that needs
And as hell you
You putting up curtain in bathroom
Bringing pizza bag
two truths, one lie
believe
I really see
Friday
Lying
love
Vista
Early the fall
Playing Montreal
wanted make it a
I it count
was still fun
Worshipped to be one
We’re
said your favorite record Zuma
I dug your of humor
hand in mine
2Am with in mine
all
of it
was it
I changed,
In the
It’s a long to
you’re the hard
long, game
It’s a to
long, long
you’re running hard way
It’s a long, game
long, long to
in trains
Memorizing names
Sleeping there bed or couch
When I was home green bike your
And loaded in driveway were pulling
you
I didn’t think me El Perro
Barely out of town you phoned
You you turn it go
We too when it have been
Got cute, crushing
been everywhere, I’m Snow
have it die, I guess I never
to
When you’re running
a long, long game play
a game play
a long, long to play
you’re the hard way
long game to
It’s a long to play
trying
truth, lying
sighing
More fun, less
doing,
More less
breathing, less
living,