Bad Habits

Or are they only habits of a creature.
She's a year older. A year wiser. But is she?
Is she only reliving, recycling, rebuilding the comfortable spot she's used to?
It stands to reason that it's time for movement forward. Movement onward. Upward. Away from the things
that bring or brought her pain.
It's time for enough already. Enough of pain. Enough of goddamned longing.
I got to change the way I'm living, Cut out the fags, fast food and the women... thank you Tuesday Weld.
It's 2006. I'm 31. 31. 31.

And so I leave town. To go to someplace where a soul don't fuckin' matter.
Just look good. Feel good. Opiation. Los Angeles....
She's a sour girl.

But man, if she isn't passionate and hot inside.
Waiting for the time when she can let it absolutely fuckin fly,
Oh you have no idea what's possible,
She could overwhelm if she wanted...only she chooses to be overwhelmed. All the time, always.
Such a sad sorry state of affairs.
But so gorgeous in its mystery.
Can she be tamed?
Of course.
But she wants to be tamed by whom she tames while he's taming her,
the Shrew. The girl with the thorn in her side and a crease in her brow,