the end of everything is the beginning of a brand new everything the end of this universe may be the beginning of a brand new one so that even now when my heart feels like the most congested intersection the world it is waiting.
Wake up, start running for your life. Fill the tumbler with the coffee, feed the cat and hit the lights. The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you. The steps are keeping time. Someone will start nipping at your heels. Panic pumps blood through your knees but they don’t care how you feel. The little fuckers chewing through the fabric; they’re gonna do you in. But I can’t complain. I’ve got a roof over my head. I’ve got a bottle for the pain. I’ve got a window shade I can pull right down if the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain. I can’t complain. And I’m sorry the things I always damage. And I’m sorry I always act like I can’t manage to stop the fuckers chewing through the plastic. They’re gonna do me in.
One Hundred Year Ocean- You Were a Bonfire Pissed Out in Summer
I am an awful man, I was a shitty kid So were you, but we worked on it In the trailer park, on your cousin’s bed Changed your mind, and we worked on it
And all the wrong that I did to you for a piece of your body made me grow up to be so fucking useless And all along the Ohio Valley, you can sense isolation like a chemical plant, like a bonfire pissed out in summer
You were my electric summer, with our bodies stuck together like the resin on your record covers.