Pitiful yet again
Living like a fucking rockstar
with four dollars in my pocket
I'm told everything
comes full circle
But I'm getting sick of this
emotional un-availability bullshit
I hear rain on the roof outside
and my car windows are down
I'll put them up when I
finish this cigarette
Exhausted but it's okay
to be content
Spiderwebs and Kona coffee
Leopard print fingernails
and nonstop camera flashes
Summertime is winding down.
Motorcycle rides
through Lancaster County
Around the bends he puts
his hand on my leg
and I know I am safe
Late August and the days
are getting shorter
The moon is getting fuller
It's back to the grind now.
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