Holidays
Holidays
by THE LONELY WILD
Get yourself together
Prepare for bad weather
Holidays are coming
To rip your heart open.
I’ll be in the kitchen
Fixing up a drink. Go
Put your face on
Pretend nothing’s wrong
Did you get just what you wanted?
Every year is haunted
With failure and promise
Keeping us honest
Go get yourself together
Prepare for bad weather
Holidays are coming
To rip your heart open
Just don’t freak out
Just don’t let me down
Feel the days falling
Early in the morning
Hide under the covers
Until you hear the fireworks
“She took a knife for me.”
I was passing by and saw him. He was sitting where he had sat all day, doing his thing. He was too drunk to recognize me again. The last time he was like this, his heart was twisting again because of her – she was always a complication. I asked him how he was doing.
“She broke her back.” He said with despairing eyes.
“What? How?” I wasn’t expecting that.
“She fell 15 feet. Broke her back! She’s in the hospital now. I have to go to Austin and take care of her.” He started weeping. “Fuck! I was headed north! I was on my my way. Now I’ll have to push her around in a wheel chair. Probably for two months, or longer? While she’s screaming at me! Fuck! I was about leave! Going north, man!”