Consequence of Sounds

Musical explosion in my head. New songs for new times.

I'm running on the purest of coffee, words spilling dumbly out of my
mouth. Never been much too comfortable talking about myself. Not that
I don't do it, not that I can't do it but it, not that I don't do it
here ALL THE TIME, but it makes me more self-conscious than usual. I
am much better at listening, but too polite to question insistently.
But I'll remember all the words that you say. Forever and always it
will haunt you. I almost promise.

I'm a dating machine mostly. Throwing biker boy to the curb, actually
liking coffee boy more than I thought I would, more than I actually
should. But there is a little part of me, the part raised in the
quaint cornfields of the near exact middle west, who has a thing for
humble boys who have big dreams and who ask me to dinner next Tuesday
and say that they will call Monday and I believe them.

So much to say, so little time to sleep. Goodnight.