Thing is,

Thing is,

You are not as cool as I thought you were.

You never were.

Your dick is not gold plated.

If it were, we'd cut it off,

And leave it as an offering in Lourdes

Under a statue of Madonna

I'd make you my wayward girl.

Throw pieces of bread at the pigeons.

Coolness is just an illusion of how people perceive you.

The reality is that you don't know what you are talking about.

You fumble through the world.

Through words, through time.

Trying to make the most of it.

Gesture with your hands an idea.

Trying to mask the fact that you've never had a good one in your life.

No wonder you left home.

When you go back you think you are glad that you left.

But really it takes more muscles for a tree to stand in the side of a hill

Stand, stand for something.

Endure something,

Grow.

Seeds get caught in the wind,

Get caught up in the world.

Go again.

She doesn't need you here.