Hit to death in the future head
by flaming lips plays and skips
as the dusty cd player feels the
rough terrain of oregon interstate
highways.
a girl with numb look drive
by
and take a different exit than me.
so this image is only kept as a
faded memory.
wishing energy and passion
drunkenness(yes that's how it's spelled)
could carry into sobriety.
it would make acting out a whole lot
easier. wouldn't it?
Now, hear
this:
I've never met a man who could do
Louis Armstrong impressions as good as me.
and I mean no one.
Damn, I missed my exit,
shouldn't drive and write, and think
all at the same time.
*-For Jane
MJW
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