re: trading moon for sun, actions forwards

with all these cheap words, i've got to be a least a dollar short.
and given the stakes
i'd trade you for the world.
and deal with the opportunity costs.
drowned my self pity
held it's head under water.
now i'm out for blood--or love.
i'm not sure which.
for a sweetheart, you sure taste sour.
i died that night
on the roof of my house with you.
i'm the in the business of selling yourself, business is great.


L-word,