Pretty Girl From Atlanta

 Girl, what can I say to you?
Something you’ve never heard before?
Goosebumps galore

Ouch! My sore! It hasn’t healed yet,
Not completely, but through my blinding
Eyes I can see for miles …
Entirely too many miles.

Smile sun, and moon, oh great one,
Smile.

I have nothing to hold on to
It’s what makes this ride so great
Never knowing your fate,
Always running a few minutes late.

So much happening it makes my head spin
Well I made my way down to Georgia,
With deep regret and self loathing,
Found my way into the Paris of the
South’s way to sin, over and over,
Again and again,

The blistering August concrete days in the city,
They make me feel so little bitty,
Just here to watch and report,
Bridges are funnier to burn
As you fall apart, waiting at the station,
For yet another vacation
A suitcase and a trunk,
You can’t ever change a gambler’s luck
Going down to New Orleans,
Gonna change this gamblers luck
In a house they call the rising sun.

Not what I expected, all summed up
Within fractions and other digits
I don’t understand,
Man man man,
I’ve never understood these things.

And I love this moment I’m in,
I have friends across the world,
Shit and funk,

The winter grows on,
As my hair falls outs,
Am I really that old?

“You are the words in a song that Hoon sang to me,”

And does it even matter?
Soul already sold to ‘em
And now I ask myself why.

The monster lied to me,
So here I am all fucked up
And all alone, pretty girl from
Atlanta,
You scare the shit out of me,
So perfect and all the nonsense,

All the beautiful nonsense
Girl where have you gone?
What has taken so long?

So you’re married now,
Two angels as children,
And a man that cares.
Good – for – you –
Expected to show up and eat and
Sleep (no one notices that you’re shit smells
Too)

I understand angel, that’s what I do.
I just hope my virtual presence
Couldn’t possible be the end of you.