they days go so fast
the nights go so slowly.
your spell has been cast
and im layin lonely.
if i told you i loved you, would you pass me by?
no dont do it
ill be good
believe me
for a little while.

so fucking good. i know no one likes langhorne slim but me, but here you go anyway. i also know no one reads this blog, so here I go anyway!

See-through today
liquid and spray.
Fragile, my hands
all buried in sand.

All covered in sin, to end and begin.

Afraid to let the days rest,
to flee is life, to stay, death.

wassupwitchyall?

I sneak down that gravel at night to your black eyes, hotter than the Tennessee concrete.

And our thoughts like memories,
motion pictures, and moving trains,
fly with little golden wings from the realm of the now,
to the then,
to the forever.
Do not dwell on this mortal condition,
do not dwell my son,
do not dwell.

aint no girl gonna tell me,

she dont want to be my honey pie!