Oh down by the waterfront

There is a young girl

and a pretty similar aged boy

Kissing and Kissing and Kissing

Oh down by the waterfront

There is an old man

and his rusty old cage

Crab-fishing and crab-fishing and watching Lady Godiva

Oh down by the waterfront

There is a young girl

And a pretty similar aged boy

Discussing what is coming

Both their Calendars are clean

Neither have any important dates

But Life at that age

Just seems so busy

There's never enough time

To just keep kissing, kissing and kissing

Holding hands never lasts as long as you'd like

When you're at the ripe old age of being young

It's going to be running in circles in my head for a long time,

I can guarantee for a fact it will be burned into the walls of my mind

I'll burn a frame around the branding

Admire it every time I walk around my memories

The southern comfort in my glass will swirl around

As I think long

As I think hard

"I went wrong and there's no one to blame but myself."

I want a soothing voice

So I can ease the nerves of all the smokers

Who have their lungs filled with cancer

Sleep isn't even on my side anymore

I hate the metaphor of chapters in ones life. I always viewed as episodes on a television, seasons and arcs. Everything gets a bigger budget that way. I just find it a bad sad at who the producers decide to bring back from previous seasons. Make a new character, don't bring back a worthless one. Maybe their was a contract that still needed to be filled. Who knows? I don't.

I want to go to bed.

I want to go on vacation.

I want to be held.

I want someone to tell me I won't die alone.