mutually exclusive

when i killed rock and roll i felt that words were important

she had just left

and it was early dawn

the morning birds were singing

i sat with coffee and cigarettes

trying to work it out

but there is no math

the scars are permanent

but they’ll heal

and my heart is still mine

the protective coating’s been torn off

and it’s bloody

but it turns out that’s a good thing

so i start writing my thoughts each day

leaving breadcrumbs

not to find the way back

but to avoid it

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