scribble and dittle

sleepless nights always come on the wrong days.
lights off, i'm in a daze.
from the shores of california where i spend my time...
fuck sublime, i want to be HEARD over the noisless chatter.

my former paycheck.

with half a smile and half a pair of thin soles that wouldn't last a mile.
permanent fuel lights don't give much consolation.
oh, its time to walk away.
oh, its time to collect your last pay.

she left me half deep in a box of mixed tapes she said i could keep.
so tell me 'good luck' and send me off with stray dogs and dirty socks.
these locks won't hold me here.
oh oh oh, its time to drink to remember.
oh oh oh, its almost december.
almost time to forget about gravity forever.

smoke rings and my many flings.
my faulty conscience and those pretty little things i love to hate.
dear lord, i used to be so vain.
but it took away the pain dealt by tiny little soldiers spewing from your mouth.
and every time i look around the corner, i see a former lover.