To be alone with you

So it's post-showtime and that's just what it is. It's over, good night.

Sweaty dancing dancy kids moving their feet cause we were in time cause that's just what it is. Pretty sweet I admit, and I was just as sweaty.

I guess a man with a beard did sweep me off my feet and I can't complain. But men with beards are dreadfully unpredictable so I tooke it with a grain of salt.

It's like you can't even know for sure who your friends are, cause one minute you're calling and crying and laughing and kissing and playing and singing, and then the next, you don't even know where they live. I do now, but all I ask for is a little consistency, you know? And a little faith in me that I can deal with the truth better than nothing.

Yeah 18 looks better in writing. To all the stripclub owners. But what it does mean is that I got some time. Where should I go? Any ideas, just let me know. I got hundreds of years to do anything I want.

Despite my rants I can't complain. A wholesome dinner of K-D and a Vodka-Cran suits me fine. Might get my feet moving like those American Sweethearts of the 40s. Remember those sweethearts?

Does anybody read this?

Ontari-ari-ario

These towns are all the same,

Same ground with different names.

Why do I bus and train

Over and over to the same place?

We think we're bigger than we are

Under the sky so large.

I have to admit,

This isn't the place for me

I'd rather be planting trees

with a forestry degree,

But I didn't take biology,

So I'll have to do it novice-ly.

The sky so large,

We think we're bigger than we are.

The sky so large,

We hold it up with our tiny arms-

Our tiny arms, Atlas strong

won't hold it up for very long.

The breeze, my breath,

ties closer than life to death,

My body on the ground-

Closer than ever to where it was found.

Under the sky so large,

we think we're bigger than we are.

Our beauty, Aphrodite strong,

will carry on in our songs.