I've been angry. And I have strayed. I said words i never thought that I could say. You were sadly sweet. Like an old bar song (or a Wilco song). But I'll be back up on my feet before too long.
I live under a giant cloud. Well, it's my shield and it's my shroud. At home on the range but alone in a crowd. I plug my ears when it gets too loud. .
The eye is catching things. It will never see again. Becoming memories. I will one day paint. . Three feet thick. Three feet thick. On a. . Big white wall.