Shattered by night timers.
I could of floated out to the campus
To watch a boy maybe only 18
Play strange lo fi music in a band
Who I never met but only just talked.
Could of strung the stars down and trapped him there
But instead ingesting morphine
Nesting, blaring the kinks from the record
Player. Because these days the pills make the anxious go away, keep it at bay
The thoughts of not talented enough not thin enough big city maybe blues who cares anyway.
Perhaps keep coming
The Johnny no goods
Perhaps drop drop drop
Tangled ever growing hair
Knotted in sheets not arising
Till sun leaks in through
The sweet, the heavy.