Whatever’s Left Inside

Message to myself, already made it
Don’t be too surprised when no one’s waiting
Everything is everything this time
Try hard not to break it
Whatever’s left inside

If anything’s worth reading, I may read it
Brothers Karamazov, you may need it
Sometimes there’s nothing left to write
I just let the pen wind
Whatever’s left inside

Chain mail in the email, can you take it
Pass along the facts, they never fake it
All I have is all I have, that’s right
And I don’t want to waste it
Whatever’s left inside

September 8, 2011