17 dec 2012

it's 8:09 in the morning.
i've a glass of gin in my hand.
i ran 100 miles across the desert last night.
i don't expect you to understand.



some things i do, i choose them.
i say who. i say when. i decide.
but some things they come, haunt my dreams in the night.
they choose me, i'm along for the ride.



and so, it's gin for breakfast.
salve the pain in my legs, in my feet.
next time i will show that old track who's the boss.
but this time, i've heartbreaking defeat.