Oh- yes, the night proceeds; br And it is a haughty night, br And not everything will succeed through it- br The wind tunnels I can only make it halfway br Through to Christmas- br I can’t even finish this thought- br And I want you as if I was Mark Twain cherishing br The cheapest tobaccos, br And now I have nothing left to sing- Maybe I am br Being rude, br Or maybe accept me as your king. br Right now I am letting the mosquitos drink my blood, br My scars, my chances, br But I am really wanting you- br Erin, or anything: I am not doing good- I’ve written br A book and I am homeless and no one cares, br And I wanted you for a thousand reasons hundreds of br Thousands of yesterdays ago, br But even in high school you were reintroducing me br To your newer me, br And I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror br When I skip classes and stole into things br Hundreds of thousands of years ago.