27th
if you don’t find anyone you can kiss my ass
And sometimes I wonder But im not a man that thinks, I see.
And ever since I have been searching for the connection between then and now.
I thought about it the whole walk back to town.
Sitting in my room a light breeze came in from the window.
Blew open my door and let in a ghost.
I had nothing left to say, went and rode my bike in the rain
tells me what its thinkin, and its thinkin rain
but i don’t trust the clouds
seems awful strange,
this time of year
(it doesn’t matter, how far you walk)