He smells familiar.
Just like he did three years ago.
And so he hold yu close as the pitterpatter of the rain drops gets louder.
He smells like soap. soap and beer.
Dove and booze.
Like an alchoholic shower.
He holds yur hand as yu stumble around the smalltown streets of Nowhereville.
They say time heals all wounds.
But they never tell yu what happens when history repeats itself.
Yu never really know, i supose.
But what yu dont understand, yu can make mean Anything.



shoot me now.