I'm so hung and strung over on old people and times sometimes I wonder how my head doesn't just leave me. It's almost embarrassing how childish I get when subjects are brought up and immediately my mouth and brain work against me and say things I wish and pray I could just keep secret. Wondering eyes don't help at all either. When I catch their blueish eyes, I tend to blink and turn back to reality....sometimes. Then, I find that song that takes me back and I cry so hard my eyes hurt. But I feel better after. Like, you just up and walked outta my mind...for the moment. And I feel safe.

And now I'll go drive off the bridge in my yellow truck.