I’m weak from hunger and flu.
I’m listening to this Eagle’s song and writing anything that comes to my head.
Gotta keep it toned down.
Gotta sneak it past the rabbis.
I’ve got my demons and I’ve got desires.
Why am I drawn to songs about the emptiness of what I’m not allowed — by my own rapidly developing internal moral compass — to write about?
Loneliness will find you in between the wrong and the right.
Coming right behind you, swear I’m gonna find you one of these nights.
Gonna settle down. Get married. To someone reliable and dependable and Orthodox.
In between the dark and the light.