its tuesday nite
and i'm all by myself again
drinking cheap beer
and smoking stale cigarettes
i'm all i have left
and i'd drive all nite
if i could look occupied
with things to do
that i really dont have to do
its been a while
since i stepped outside this lonely place
and i can take all kinds of pain
but i cant take this holding back
sitting in a lincoln
on la loma avenue
underneath the striking street lights
and i'm thinking all about what to say
when i get the voice to speak
if only i could say
how nice it would be to stay
if i werent so strung out on jose
with janis in my head
all poetry, all words, written and copyrighted by me, this girl, C53,
and lets keep it that way!