Walk away

Don't look back, try not to remember, wake up when you have those dreams....no hope of returning...walk away.

"Ride faster"

Last night was like returning to the past, like being 19 again back in the town I spent all of my teens....
My good friend decided it would be good for me to get out and go to a show, (I think it was a good idea too) do some drinking and ride around town on the back of his motorcycle. We met a group of friends at the show, we drank a lot, I got in a fight in the pit, he had to drag me out it was great! Back to the bikes, on to more dive bars for more drinking, and some grubbing.
To the bikes again and this time to the freeway to ride fast and forget that my heart is in taters, and my love is in vain....... just ride faster help me to let go.

Rag doll

I let it it happen yesterday morning, even though by this one act he will think even less of me.
I can still hear him saying to me over and over again..."I love you, I love you, I love you so much" He was drunk, but to hear him say those words.... I crumbled before him, nothing but a rag doll.

Hearing the calling to do it again tonight, but must drink more...walk longer

Last night I got out after a 7 month hiatus, yes it's true I'm lost once again.
From Florentia through Fremont to the BG trail, up and over the Ballard bridge, take Nickerson to 3rd then home again.
Can I come home again?