drunk things from my typewriter

family


I’d run away,
We’d hit each other
Ya nothing too much just playing
Tough guys
Well, I was the tough guy,
just living, just surviving in the house
With demons and fat men
And a woman that used to be a woman
And I stole their liquor and drank on their roof
And would break in when they went away
Ya it was a team game, I was always outnumbered
But I walked miles
And miles in the middle of
Winter they would never walk
Never have
that hate
Never see the view through a bottle on the roof
Or spend a night in a cell
With so much disgust in your blood,
You
could
almost confuse it with
Love