Jesse gave me some illegal pleasures.
I miss things I never had. It’s as though I was homesick for a town I’d never visited, or remembered the taste of food I’d never eaten. C.S. Lewis called that our feeling of being drawn to Heaven. I suspect it may just be due to a painfully limited life and an active imagination.
With the money from her accident
She bought herself a mobile home
So at least she could get some enjoyment
Out of being alone
No one could say that she was left up on the shelf
It’s you and me against the World kid she mumbled to herself