He's Gonna Spit His Blood All Over The Dope White Walls/ You're So Sweet

This is how I feel right now:

"Promises Like Pie-Crust"

Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go:
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know?

You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one:
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass,
And the fortune is not told.

If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again:

If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain.
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less:
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.

--EBB

This is how I feel right now.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to think.
Do we go back to what we were?
What were we to begin with?

"Your former lover is leavin, chekin out not comin back the downtown trains have taken [her] screamin all down the track, there is a terrible taste on [her] tongue from the chemicals. [She's] gonna spit [her] blood all over the dope white walls.....You're so sweet, I wanna cry." --JR