bleh! i fall to the floor while reaching for the door something to steady my falling body i hit the ground with a thud and watch the blood pour i watch as it flows along the tile and into the crack i turn over, the tiles cold on my naked back blood tickles over my forehead and streams into my hair, my ear throbs. ohh la gadoue la gadoue la gadoue ooh la gadoue fetchez la vache! homeless with no one to blame no one to frame not a blanket to his name all he has is the bottle to numb the pain his face is plain but grubby his hair a matted thicket he has the beard to go with it a tooth missing here and there but the smile still shines life is pure life is free its as hard as he makes it easier to let it be than to try to take it see. for him its easy the money or the bag the question is which bag fucked. read the fine print. to little to late to little to hate but its enough to make me leave you im not looking back but if i did i would shrug i think thats all you should get from me hands on my head and a deep exhale my legs did feel like jelly and i had so much nervous energy rush! what a rush! what a ruuuuush! that grinning blush quench my thirst with gasoline swallow the future, spit out hope lives waaay to fast woooahhh and i burn .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. see ya