Bite
Wednesday, June 27th, 2007
I remember things
We weren’t in the plan
Long ago when I was a young man
Never tried to hide
Never really saw the
House that holds
The hawk’s head cold
Is mine yes
I drink myself into a drunken mess
Lose my luck, fail the test
There are the things I wanna say to you
There are things that I’d like to say to you
