Jesus Christ Daniel You're Getting Sloppy I say to myself, as I circulate my hands as if I was washing them without water, You totally let your queen open, you're lucky he is only 11 and I don't think he saw it
A stranger in a strange land
Missteps and out of place
There had to be a death of our old life
to make room for the new one
but we white-knuckled it
clinging to all the toxic waste of the past
nothing realizing what should have been first
and what have should be last
So what is my next move,
for the error of my ways
has yet to be noticed
expect the worst
it happens all the time
in the past, trying to
leave the self last
but it doesn't work
and it is not better
than it seems
how did we get here
how do we get out
lost in the image
and idea of the other
As I get sloppy and leave my side open
I wanted to believe in you
I wanted to believe in us
and I was willing to drop everything
shit I did, why do you think I am
a stranger in a stangeland
stressing about chess with a 11yr
yes yes Daniel
you're getting sloppy
you're getting soft
you're getting weak
deep down I knew you
would bleed me out
so let's get really sloppy
into that dark cold night
