Come Hither.

Katie, don't cry.


I thought I had it, boy, I really did. I thought I had it, but I guess I don't. There is a place, in a certain light, at a certain hour, where I still feel like I am seventeen. What with the faces of smiling teeth purple from red wine, and I don't need a single thing for awhile. I feel a strange connection to the smiles and wide eyes. Is it really there or is it just my state of mind? Laughter makes them laugh, the room begins to sway. I'm glad I lost the nerve to run away. And everyone looks real good and everyone sings in time. No one works tomorrow. They'll sleep well tonight.

But ask me how I slept last night. Well, I wish I cared, and I'm getting there. Doing all that it takes for me to get back here. Where I fell from, I'll be just fine, I've got my sights set high. And don't give this up now, kid, 'cause I know you know, you'll get through all of these like before, trampled heart and cheeks tear-stained. Maybe I'm a fool, alright. Because I want to go back, want to get back here, long to get back, home. 'Cause you're the only one I let inside.


Maybe I'll write you a letter.



The breakable and one unbreakable facade.