Online Romance North Albina
On North Albina in a house that's spacious and old, I'm
under blankets though my toes, they are still cold
regardless. My head is stuffy and there's a toilet paper
roll slowly depleting as I cough up a lung. At the
upstairs window, I'm on the level with power lines. I'm
sick for one thing, then there's some horrible stuff on
my mind. (I won't recount it.) I've got a sunbeam
headache yeah, the light's driving me blind. I wish I
had a dime for all these songs I've sung today with a
scratchy throat and burnt-out eyes. May's first week has
given us something to fight: springtime pollen makes it
hard to sleep at night and rest easy. Garlic tea is
heating on the stove to fuel the words that I'll rewrite
and I wish I had a dime for each time the phone has rung
for someone else while I'm waiting on the bright red
floor to be carried away to a place that I'll like much
more, where every day the scenery will be changing and
pressing back the dwelling. On North Albina in a house
that's spacious and old, I'm under blankets though my
toes, they are still cold regardless. My head is stuffy
and there's a toilet paper roll slowly depleting as I
cough up a lung.
