i like the time when its almost winter out. getting colder. hot chocolate is your diet. one green jacket and a scarf you ware. your breth is befor you, and your hair is chilly around your face. you have an old school bag that says "world of trout" and holds your valubles. your by yourself but you see people you know as you go. and the bus is your source of transportation.

Watch your mouth. Hold your tong, boy. Because your running out of breath, running out of time before every carless word that you udder. Renduers you udderly useless. Now your drowning in your own saliva, trying to speak your self to the top of your empty world. Keep on talking just keep on living. You got your mouth full.

You were a song in my head,
The warmth of the sheets in my bed.
A story forever told, but never old,
A warm arrival never left so cold.
Don't blink, don't close your eyes,
But most of all don't apologize.
It's me who's got the demons to wrestle now.