Tag: Paris

Did a needle just enter me?
Paris, November 2013
She didn’t believe anything I told her
Gone Fishin’
I’m not listening to anything
We thought it might work
I’m suddenly gripping the iron railing
The icy air so cold it shimmers
I don’t want to think of where she might be at this moment
Yeah, I think it’s real too
I’m sitting in the back seat drunk and I shrug
But the words just don’t come out
I tell myself that it really wasn’t that bad last night
They didn’t get any help from you, did they?
I sort of expected to feel triumphant at this point, but I don’t
Your equipment requires maintenance
The thought had crossed my mind
You have something we want
We have something you want
No government or corporation on earth can eavesdrop on us now