24 Apr 2008
I wake up with my stomach in knots and my ears ringing
I should not be feeling this way first thing in the morning
With my back bent into a curve and a wobble in my knees
A spirit as flat as my feet
Lead me out into the night in those wild places
The shoulders of the highway in those high lonely days
Grit my teeth and clench my fists
Slumped shoulders
Bad habits
Got to get out of survival mode
Not even Joe can make me believe
Cracking up
Thank God for loneliness
Struggling to sit up straight