Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones. Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone. So far gone. I took a turn to myself. And I was surprised cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved. I felt a whole lot better after that. People look at us and they think were doing fine. People look at us cause they see us all the time. All the time. But they never take to us. We’ve been in this town so long we may as well be dead. So long as people turn their heads. And cross the street whenever we walk on by. Someone told the truth when it really mattered most. The beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost. Sadly lost. So I went around to your house. Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read. In Luke and John the things he said. And now it’s morning we are the sleepyheads