Jim Poor Steps
I feel the same: drawn out, dried, hurt by what you say. Nice clothes. Your mind is all shadows. Insane, see the light; step off; Don't you know that those cold hard lies that you're telling come back? Look at me. I won't stand for another. Now, what you're seeing is a man taken by what he needs. So hard you have it when you're down. Here's the day, dreaming of another fate. So hard you have it--tell me. Look at me. I won't wait until tomorrow.
