If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else.
All i was going to say to you tonight upon seeing you
was: Lauren is a very lucky girl.
She doesn't think so. She doesn't appreciate me. Not like you do,
back-down on a pool table
singing
“Yeah, yeah...”
s./j. goldner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-quiver-of-tenacity-growing-fainter-which-each-passing-lover/
