Title track

Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of yout manuscript. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my strength to hammer pillars for a picket fence. It wasn't quiet what it seemed... a lack of pleasantries (my able body isn't what it used to be). I must admist i was charmed by your advances... your advantage left me helplessly into you. Talking how the group had begun to splinter and i could taste your lipstick on the filter... I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress but call-response overturns conviction every time. My memory cannot recall... a wave of alcohol we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off. Lushing with the hallway concregation, my best judgement signed its resignation. I rushed this. We moved too fast, and tripped into the guestroom.