I have one small pile of pictures i like to look at them all now and again or mostly yours they remind me of who i am - and who i was happy faces smile for a camera little kids dance - frozen for ever mom and dad on the porch looking to pass the torch and then all of a sudden my mind goes to nuttin i am back in the seat of an endless repeat i have old papers in a box over there on the floor no telling if they matter any more the morning sunlight shows me they are there yo - all i see is a bunch of fallen hair - i dont care and then all of a sudden my mind goes to nuttin i am back in the seat of an endless repeat so i say how are these thoughts helping me? over and over are these thoughts behaving badly i ask my roaring brain but all i get is an order for cheap perfect cocaine and then all of a sudden my mind goes to nuttin i am back in the seat of an endless repeat
