The last last one
John K. Samson
You always stole all my last words. Here's no exception then, one more for me to send. And nothing happens in the end. I'm thinking of you less, more concerned... and more is less, I guess it doesn't matter now. Maybe we'll never go insane. You
always said we would,
sometimes I wished we could
with you lying naked in the rain and singing Boney M,
cutting down all our old
friends. I talk to them again
now. So here's the last one I have left. We fell a little
deep, I watched you fall
asleep. And nothing happens
in the end, but I remember
when I could remember when. Seems like a long time ago.