You Are Yesterday's Bouquet So Sadly Raided

When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn’t Have You By The Throat.

Wherever The Crowd Goes Run In The Other Direction. They're Always Wrong.

I Was Young I Was So Young It Hurt Like A Knife Inside Because There Was No Alternative Except To Hide As Long As Possible--- Not In Self-pity But With Dismay At My Limited Chance: Trying To Connect.

Cautiously, I Allowed Myself To Feel Good At Times. I Found Moments Of Peace In Cheap Rooms Just Staring At The Knobs Of Some Dresser Or Listening To The Rain In The Dark. The Less I Needed The Better I Felt.

I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.