putting on my gloves tonight-- it doesn't feel fair otherwise.
you deserve a lot of things, but maybe knuckledents aren't one of them.

if i wanted you to sing me to sleep,
this would be a bedtime story instead of a eulogy
(if no one's sleeping than everyone's dead).
x's on eyes except when they're on hands;
nights spent with clubs as homes, as living rooms.
the wall's hard at your back but warm at your front--

the way shirts fit better on the floor.

amazing new band with an amazing new record here, go get it for free, and then find some way to pay them back for what they're doing.



i haven't figured how to balance myself out yet
much less your weight on my shoulders
take a breath, then take five
then remember that i never asked for this like you did

you know how they say there are levels of addiction?

i had a dream i'd already made coffee this morning.

while you were out,
i was out, too.

i saved the world today.
it's tiring,
but i don't expect you to understand.