It falls short and it’s a last resort, i feel driven by decisions like a sex drive. Energies compound, the kids got moves, his ring left a fucking bruise. Four meals a day couldn’t fix this hunger. I saw Frankie in a coffin last week. So who will be the next to go? It feels wrong to steal so I borrow. And I’ve walked alone, even crawled among, her dialogue remains unsung. I was 17, a decade morphs, a long way from getting jumped on the back porch. Four meals a day couldn’t fix this hunger. It feels strange to me because I remember going under. i saw Frankie in a coffin last week. So who will be the first to go? It feels wrong to steal so I borrow. And his family could’t muster words to speak, quite a shy good bye I know - they had to let him go. I thought I saw me, in a coffin last week. So who will be the next to go? I don’t want to know.