Texas Funeral
It’s called a Texas Funeral When everyone thinks everyone but them
And I’m thinking about moving to New York To Maybe have more friends there
The last girl I loved Had tan lines well into winter.
And I see little bits of Napoleon in everyone I meet; except maybe the old men
Dont often meet new people.
I’m bathing more often than I probably should. I’ve made the same mistake twice, twice this week alone.
I’m smaller than my body,
Every thought you have gets completed.
Don’t do that. My dogs started to beat me at chess. Used my last 3% to send a text and read a Wikipedia article. And I think, if I make a map pretty enough, that would be enough
I’m really not sure I’ve ever been wrong. It’s hard to write about being happy, But I think I’m doing okay or better,