I wanted to understand his words, so I looked to his music. They were in sheets. Or on them. Faltering. I give up. Flying to Singapore. Gonna join AA. Gonna cry. As I understand my own words.

Unintended lullaby. Threw all my sadness out of the moving car and ended up in Rome. The streets sing, but I still can't find which way takes me out of the hole I've buried myself in.