Glocca Morra Credit Driver
You wouldn't want this to implode and complicate the way
things are. But I've been lately choosing sides, and if
you'd like to know, I've chosen yours. I used to pray for
some sort of car cash. I could be making millions off of
you but I'd probably waste it on cocaine and love for
cheap. Your place was the last to go, I wanted everything
to fall apart; Yes, that, too. Now I commence with
muddled thoughts in place of what was fuzzy feelings. And
I'm just grasping at charm I once thought I had. I will
remain this way, I see. This information is starting to
become a kind of burden on myself and the people I love.
That's why I always said never get yourself too attached
to the world, it'll burn in the end. I could be making
money off of you. But now, I'm just riding on residuals
and hoping this will never end but I could never tear it
apart. Your place was the first to go - I wanted
everything to fall apart. I took some drugs in a shady
place - I wanted everything to fall apart. And what's
next? I drank myself into a stupor. Words slur and fail,
you know. What have I got myself into? Let's begin. We'll
take all the frame away and leave all the arbitrary on
its back. We'll turn all the kids way, scavenging and
looking for a piece of the structure falling off. We'll
carve our names in bark; let's begin, begin the
celebration of a home rebuilt. Oh my god, oh my god, oh
my god, oh my god, oh my god - it's beautiful.
