ask me about love and -
i'll talk about sex.
ask me about sex and
i'll talk about memories.
it all gets mixed up-
love, sex, memories.
so much so that i'm not sure
which is which anymore.
but i think that if i stand here long enough-
i'll figure it out.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
ahh... self analysis is such a waste of time... such a joke.
i did what i did because i felt like it... i wanted to be a bitch so i became one.
and - now that he's gone why am i having second thoughts?
ahh... what's the use? what's done is done. there's no looking back. at least not today.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
if the music is the muse
and the wine is the booze
what else can i ask for?
what is there left to dream about?
if you have the answer
tell me please
because
i don't.
words: gus edwards © 2010
image: jw miller © 2010
