Bad Books

Some men collapse at the racetrack Their wrong and beat up, their eyes black Others wilt in casinos Roll dice and piss away speedboats Some dissolve into bar stools Scratched off in boxes and playoff pools I spent myself on a psychic I lost my way an

We started a fire; that was never supposed to burn out. You started a band; that cool for awhile but it turned pretty bland. I started to fight; with the neighbor next door and his pesky wife. you started a job; that you hate when your sober and hate