How are we going to do this?
Is he going to be okay?
Is she?
What if anything,
Got a whole sack of what ifs.
Everybody's telling me I look like shit.
I mean, I feel like shit...
But I've looked way worse and nobody's said a thing.
Our son is trapped in a box of clicks and beeps and my wife can't stop bleeding.
Money'll get tight pretty soon, and the rent's going up.
I'm not scared, exactly
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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