or is it not safe when it's too comfortable it's hard to decide when you don't know whether or not they'll laugh at the sight of your naked body wandering lost hoping somone will drop a quarter in an empty coffee cup or at least the little strip of paper from a fortune cookies they end up throwing away anyway but some choose to keep the good ones funny because those are the people i hope fall in love with me which i know is a fantasy but i can't help what i imagine when the jazz gets good to me and the scent of a singers hair seldom travels close enough for me to decipher what makes her cry and mean it but i know she only bleeds for tattoos never for his insecurities or tendencies towards never saving up more than $10 because it's hard to come up with good art that isn't pulled from the sickest part of your mind insanity ensures that they'll listen for a minute
it's getting kind of 70's pattern and I live in the past 7 years before that I discovered Jazz at a moment when my mom & pop haven't met yet so I seem older than says on my birth certificate maybe there's a slight disillusion as I contemplate what I just said seduce me to clarity because I'm grown up now and to watch a rose decompose inspires me to ask why I needed to learn how to drive in the first place because I didn't pick this road and the rhythm is slightly out of sync but this is my time to decide the bassline and where the trumpets go and the perfect arrangment leading up to my guitar solo to show her what San Francisco taught me
Peace to travelers trying to find Elvis...
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