Calvary

“Do not despair; one of the thieves was saved. Do not presume; one of the thieves was damned.”

Local Hero (Going Home)

The way it always starts
it gets so dark before the dawn
that’s when it gets to me
before the city symphony of taxi horns 

that’s the way it always starts
sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart.

Last night I thought I heard my name
well it was too dark to see, but it had to be.
The voice was just the same

that’s the way it always starts,
sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart.

So tell me why should it have to be this way
why can’t it be alright?
Why can’t I sleep at night?
Why should it have to be this way?
Why must there be this price to pay? 

Now all the streets are dark and bare
oh if you can live in this town
and stick around, you can live anywhere

that’s the way it always starts,
sitting here and waiting on the beating of my heart.

A Drink

I even took the label off the bottle you gave me
I mean, I quite literally removed the seal
of the seal of approval.

A Photograph

photographs are born liars;
that time you held the camera
and took a picture of the moment you weren’t there 

were you ever really there?

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via erraticwaves)