Label - Hussey

Lay in the ruins

I’ve been hiding

I lie to the label

There’s holes in my writing

Scared of the subject

Hoped I’d outgrow it

The closer I get to the place I admit

I sure am amazing but only in circles I’m free

I’ll shoot like a patient

I’m bred through the hallway

A form at the station

Sign you in and out always

Being mean on paper

Was mad at your own behavior

Paradox get stuck, and I blame it on us

There’s five thousand reasons to stare at the sun, for a week

Stop in Waco

Head just won’t go

Come to a decision

Day drinks

Commit to a version

Talk about an excursion

Some sub-par review of a long year or two

If I wanted that fame I’d address all my letters to you