More Of The Same

in darkness I found her in the bright lights I lost her

staggering down a road I stumble and stop
to stare at asphalt or dirt
realize
how stupid that is
or I must look
not that it matters
I think
at least how I look
I decide to move on
for some irrelevant reason
I remember her name
and start chanting
a song I loved

it don't matter
it don't matter

I can't recall the next line
or if the line I'm chanting
is a line from the song
or if she's the girl I'm thinking about

or why I care
about anything

the first line is bullshit
the rest are almost true
however
almost true
is almost bullshit

and if I expect someone to pay for this stuff
I have to grow up
and I'm fifty-one fucking years old

Song For You

I'm down up around and through
all the shit I had coming
I sidestepped
and passed on to you
chasing whiskey
down the highway
sitting in your old brown car
listening to the river
and that Tina Turner
song you loved so much
or was it Tom Petty
chasing that whiskey
with acid weed and coke
pain killers and magic mushrooms
whenever we could afford it
life sure had its moments
the money always ran out though
no matter how hard I thought about it
it always came out wrong
like the time I hitch hiked to your house
and you weren't home
our the night you drove out to the base
and I was way too drunk
or maybe I never thought about it enough
and you never said goodbye
the night before you left
Columbus for good
I was sad for a long time
and maybe you were too
Sometimes I wonder
if we think about each other
at the exact same moment
that would be kind of cool
wouldn't it?