I am ravenous for your touch, like a dog that is eating too much. I want your kisses all on my tongue. I steal them when I think no one's looking. Follow close behind on the way to town. Your taillights are two huge eyes, just a glow between infinite skies, reaching up towards the infinite night. Ooooooohh, so warm. So warm. So warm. So warm. So warm. So warm.

Every time I go away, know I think of you. What did I do? It feels like I'm causing pain when I tried to be merciful. I hold nothing close. Every time I go away, I see it through your eyes. How does it feel? Even after all of this, I still believe in love, but it's different now-- OOOOooooooooooooo I hold nothing close.

She won't get back to me tonight. Off having fun with her new guy. Now there's nothing I can do, that could bring her back to my side. But when she's alone, yeah I know it's just a matter of time before I'm back with my baby girl. (I just can't help myself. You know getting out of line and all.) Fighting off the pictures in my mind. What did I say wrong this time? Now there's nothing I can do, but you know I'm patient this time. But when she's aone, yeah I, yeah I know, It's just a matter of time before I'm back with my true love.

Lying beneath a knife on a string. When will this damn guillotine fall? and all I can think, when will it fall? The knife. Oh what a long evening waiting for my thoughts to thaw, and all the sheets were drenched in sweat when the sun comes. I lack perspective. This pain is endless. I lack perspective. This pain is endless.

You float above me, just like the sun. I'm forced to close my eyes, taste you on my tongue. Don't be shy. Don't be shy. Don't be shy. God is a woman, and I want to come into my body, and see what you've done. Don't you lie. Don't you lie again, oh my. This joy could be an illusion. This joy could be an illusion.

I feel like, I feel like, I feel like a lizard. I feel like my blood, my blood is simmering. I feel like, I feel like, I feel like a lizard. I feel like I feel like I'm in the sun, my back's on the stone. I feel like, I feel like glowing in the dark I feel like I'm glowing, put me in the dark. I feel like, I feel like, I feel like glowing. I feel like, I feel like, I feel like, I'm in the sun. In the sun.

I could be the man inside the house, but I'm looking at him when I'm walking out. What do I do when the thoughts come? I've been diving deeper into the chasm. Stretching out between the pain and pleasure. Right now it might make me feel better. It's all just a dream I'm waking up from. Lately, I've been wanting to close my eyes.

Had a drug test in the beginning of june to be a security guard at the harras casino in tahoe. I got lost in the back hallways of the place and felt like I was stuck in the belly of the beast. When I walked back out onto the floor I saw the people they were hunched over they couldn't look away from their screens. And Jo sent me a message said, "I'll be in Tahoe just for the night and I'll be going to the beach." I said, "I'll be busy till about 7pm, but when I get off I would like to see you." She said, "It would be funny if you told your boss that you had to leave, to meet a girl on the beach." When I got off I was getting in my car and the sun was going down and everything looked beautiful in the rays of sunlight. I was driving down the highway towards Nevada. I saw the couples on the street and they looked like they were walking in their sleep. I've been doing too much thinking, I wanna know. I don't know what I want anymore. Cause I don't want to be married and get off work and watch TV. But I think about how it would be nice to have someone that was there to hold me as I am falling asleep (every night). When I got to the beach, there were people there. They were cooking food and they gave me beer and it was pleasant. And I saw Jo, she was looking beautiful and the sun was going down. She was wearing an orange sweatshirt that reminded me of a pumpkin. And the sun was going down again, and the wind was blowing and I wanted to be alone with her, so we went down the beach, and we were walking up. We shared secret kisses. She said she wanted to move away. I said that it was a good idea cause so many people say they're gonna do something and but then they don't then they're stuck in the way that things always are. And If you left I said that would be so romantic like a summer romance, something like an American Football song. And nobody wants to be stuck in Reno going to the bars getting drunk and talking about how something's gonna happen cause I know that's all that really happens: people sitting around getting drunk talking about how they're gonna do something, but all they do is stay in their routines. A few weeks later I was down at 40-Mile in Reno again. The one place with this guy with the long beard he makes me feel kinda strange. There's this one time when I went in there when I was really high. I went into the bathroom. I couldn't find the switch to the light. I was in the bathroom with the darkness for so long I could see that the bartender was saying that I was an idiot for not knowing where the light was. When I come outside everybody was staring at me and I felt a mixture of anger and confusion. But that night I was just drinking. When I was with Jo we were playing pool and it got to a moment when we were honestly drunk and she said to me that some of this doesn't matter. None of this matters because everything that we say might be insignificant a month from now. And I got kind of upset and I couldn't help it. Cause even if it ends I would remember it and I think it would be significant. She said that I'm wearing rose colored glasses and I said to her that I think that you are wearing glasses of shit. But how funny would it be if we both took them off and both looked at each other without delusion? I might remember this a month from now. I might remember this two months from now. I might remember this six months from now. I might remember this a year from now. When I finished this song I went down to the kitchen and talked to Jon. I said, "Man, I feel weird about all the things that I said." He said, "He said it sounds like when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object." And I don't know how I feel about that. His mom collects inspirational signs. I looked up at the wall. One said that things work out for people that make the best out of the situation that they're in.

I can't fuss with these slugs living in simulation. Each day feeling more like Neruda. Eating the cherries of splendor tossed in my lap by the branches overhead. Thinking, if you forget me, I will have already forgotten you. But until then, I will stumble through with my headlamp. Bursting through the gloom with a luminous sincerity. I can hear them laughing at it already. I'm growing limbs just to cut them off again. It's transient and holy. My mouth is bursting with the flowers I'm swallowing. They can laugh if they want. (but it won't stop me.) * This is Billy Stallion here. Thank you for taking this journey along with me. Signing out.