We only have ourselves to blame
I’ve been in love with a woman who has never existed
Something written on the fly. Fell off the top of my head. Nothing to get excited about.
Sometimes I feel like the things that matter most are out of reach
I see them in my mind
I see them in my dreams,
but always too far from me
with no desire to speak
There’s a special hustle spirit in someone who will endure not only a marathon of spontaneous dance routines, but do so in the early summer humidity of the Big Easy
I get upset when I consider who does not and who really does gets me. It is not a deal breaker, though.