Wednesday, August 29, 2012
endless road
You can say what you want
about this dying man
and his dying words
but there's still breath in my body
there's still hope in the clouds
I still get excited
about good fucking lyrics
about storm clouds and rain
I still get excited about the endless road
good sex, good music
about "anything goes"
I still get excited
about you and me
I'm a dirty man
with dirty thoughts
and dirty hands
sometimes I know
I embody the word "jaded"
but as long as
there are places to go
and a girl to bring along
I can still get excited
about the endless road.
Labels:
asphalt,
endless,
goll woods,
hate mail,
love letters,
lyrics,
ohio,
poem,
poetry,
road,
song,
suicide notes
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