Midnight Hour.

I feel it in the air. I feel it in my bones. I keep it inside so nobody knows. See it in the smoke. See it in the cloud. Not even the crickets make a sound. The cold wraps around me like a blanket. In this state of mind I coudnt fake it. In this state of mind I was the one who made it. The story that continued without the detour. I can see it now forevermore. I can see the memories like A black an white horror m ovie without the gore. Growing up on E street where two shamen raised me up until my twenties. Two years later I felt like a prisoner so I had to break free. I needed a new family. Burning up the cd's. That one really sticks with me even in the 1-3. Moving up from the authority that tried corner me. Standing at my front door wishing i could tranform nastalgia into liquid form. I'll always be the dreamer, a full hearted believer. I'm overcome with this newfound power. I want to bind myself to this midnight hour.

I'll Have Another.

Another sip from my wine stained coffee cup. Reality is the fantasy but when it hits my blood that's when I start thinking about us.

Living the imperfect life night after night. Drinking clearly but feeling messed up inside.

The damage we made and the price that we paid because we were morally bankrupt but rich in other ways.

Another line on the bathroom counter. What kind of night will we encounter this time? Maybe we'll eventually forget what we did tonight.

We were the type that would dance in a dark room and still be laughing it all away. Sometimes I'd wonder what karma would bring today.

Every now and then I wish I could take it all back. But that would mean killing the fact we were ever real.

I lost my wallet, I lost my mind. I fell down the rabbit hole and what did I find? Alice crying on the kitchen floor while the Mad Hatter danced in the shower and Portia kicked in your car door.

In Wonderland is where our story began.

We sat around talking about the future and rehashing the past. You asked if I'd have another. . . .

As if you have to ask. . .