Monday, May 18, 2009

Forget to spill your drinks, and I'll forget what I came here for.

Today is beautiful
The sky is draped in confusion
I'm aching for February
Every single line on the highway is begging for redemption
and we're all just waiting for a chance at starvation
We're all underfunded artists,
and nobody is a politician.

Today is beautiful,
tomorrow is a new post.