i wish i could pour out everything that got mixed up when the pitcher got stirred.
separate all of the substances that were combined
and set them aside

my mind has been a mess lately
i can`t concentrate
i keep getting paranoid off and on
i keep getting dizzy spells
and this ringing in my ears

"we used to believe in the bood ole' days."

the honest fact that some people are dead
makes me want to cry
like jim morrison for example
'cherise, go get a life.'