all we can remember is what tore us both us apart instead of what’s forgotten at the bottom of our hearts…smiles filled the silences and laughter filled the sound and everyday was more important when you were around…
loss is uncontrolled and that is what makes it so aggressively painful.
i threw a fit when the bitch who holds the list at the podium just inside the door of mercury lounge told me to go away. he said he added my name but apparently that doesn’t mean a thing so i was turned away and i didn’t get to see them play. to this day i still stomp my feet when i don’t get what i want.
today i’m packing my bags and heading to switzerland because for some reason i wound up in the wrong spot. off the radar and smack in the middle of the bermuda triangle and i don’t know how the fuck i’m going to get out. the issues that the people i know are going through take me away from my own and distract me from my reality. its a hot mess of mistakes and consequences on top of actions that contradict statements plus business for pleasure on purpose. you told me something different than what i heard you said to them and i know somebody must have been led to believe you weren’t lying. it takes one to know one so you can’t hide from me because i saw your true colors from a mile ahead.
however, if i was a train wreck away from my apartment then i would probably go see the guitar player on saturday night live playing his own set at mercury. that is only if i can bring myself to see you and i can find an umbrella because when it rains it pours.
