We are lucky to be who we are where we are.

I'm out of that town where the beach is so damn pretty and where the bandstand sits in the town square all the damn time staying white but never being painted.

I need to keep on moving. Keep on going. Keep on loving. Keep on living.

Live. Live. Live.

Easier said than done with 140lbs on your back dragging you down.

At least hes whispering sweet little lies in my ear and keeping dirty little lies to himself.

Yeah at least I've got that.