22 junho 2011

The Boss...

I remember... growing up... at night, my dad would sit in the kitchen with all the lights out and wait for me to come in and sit there and drink... and I'd stand in the driveway and I'd look into the screendoor and I could see the light of the cigarrette... and I'd rush up on the porch... and try to get by him... but he'd always call me back... and it was like he was always angry, always mad. And he'd sit there and think about every thing he was never gonna have... until he get me thinking like that too. And I'd lay up in my bed ... and feel like if something didn't happen... if something didn't happen soon... and feel like I was just gonna... like someday like I was just gonna...

I'm on Fire

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