Summer Camp – Better Off Without You
She had made all those men so alive, hadn’t she? So miserable, true, so aching, true, and breathing with limps, but didn’t the blood march so strong in their channels? They stuttered after her like full hearts on the brink of infidelity, their guts warped by nervous fuzz. They had dressed up for her in their dreams – of this she was aware. In turn, she taught them loneliness of a sidewalk depth, a reality often cloaked – made fair – by the arousal of their billboard joy days and filthy moments rising, like mucky suns. Those men and their lugubrious smiles. The liars of romance with this misbegotten lover. [Pledge Music.]