Once upon a time...
There was Sam and Sly. They were like bliss. But...

It's a matter of confession
I don't know how to make coffee...

I just was thinking about how useless is to be...
And believe that I'm ok when it's winter...

Days spent at the rest stop
Were blurry and fast...

I took a swift bottle to the chest
And ended up feeling disappointment of all sorts...

Slowly
Spinning...

White heart
Black hole...

I have wet dreams and cocaine rise.
Damp socks and glassy eyes...

Pen to paper
Words that hurt...

Flies in my soup
Shit in my brain...

Well yes I'm a bit directionless
And yes maybe my actions seem senseless...

Pen to paper
Stroke of keys...