Sometimes What I Wouldn't Give

I'd Been Staying At The Holiday Inn With My Girlfriend, Honestly The Most Beautiful Woman I'd Ever Known, For Three Days Under A Phony Name, Shooting Heroin. We Made Love In The Bed, Ate Steaks At The Restaurant, Shot Up In The John, Puked, Cried, Accused One Another, Begged Of One Another, Forgave, Promised, And Carried One Another To Heaven.

Talk Into My Bullet Hole. Tell Me I'm Fine.

I Make The Road. I Draw The Map. Nothing Just Happens To Me...i'm The One Happening.

We Can’t Always Tell The Whole Story About Ourselves.

I Knew Every Raindrop By Its Name.