Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that and here's an autograph for your brother, I wrote it on the Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I

Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters; I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in

My envy can't describe how I loathe you for having all the stars Leaving my eyes to marvel the sky knowing it should be mine Yet it's you I see wasting the dream that only I deserve I'll tear off your face to see your smile As you build your dreams on my shattered hopes I'll look back on a day once

Spill on me your nostalgia And cataracts... That fell Behind self-concious eyes.Oh God. Hurt so fucking good i just want you to fucking wreck me i want you to wreck me. Please just give me back my heart Well it's been too long And I will burn no more Tired of all these lies And elsewhere

She rolls her eyes and lights another. "One day I'll quit these things they're killing me" She blows her brains right out her fucking mouth "I just don't know how you do it" Well, there is nothing in me that you don't have deep within your fucking self. Yes, the body is weak but the mind is strong and

But two weeks home cripple me because the trees don't pass and the lines don't move as the white walls collapse on my ramblin' boy blues that's howlin' howlin' for that open road because no arms can hold no home can warm like the gaze of the rays of a distant lost-highway sun. When there's a million

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me Makin' love to his tonic and gin He says, "Son, can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes." la

Would you believe that the last time these skinned knees healed It no longer amazed me like it used to and I hate to say it but... Things they suddenly made a simple kind of sense The horror, the madness, the helplessness of it all That there is indeed beauty as well as blood In life's ocean of disasters These