There’s no one to change the world with. No one to see the world with. Not at 4 in the morning. You can’t fit all those words on a doormat, that’s why they went with,”welcome”. This is when the demons show up. Unresolved thoughts holding empty glasses. “Sorry fellas, I’m all out of booze. Would you like some of my spinal fluid?” I can’t save this one by slapping a “Happy Birthday” at the end of it. The president of the greeting card company is going to fire me, sure as my name is Get Well Soon So You Can Get Back To Torturing Yourself With Thoughts Of Inadequacy Until The Day You Really Do Die. And Jill came tumbling after.
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