38 Special serenades me through my earphones tonight, and I am consumed with thoughts of you.
.
The irony isn’t lost on me, you know.
You wondered once whether you clung too tightly.
. . . BABY . . .
I can’t even feel you holding on.
.
You became my Someone To Believe In.
And now I’m suffocating in this ‘whole lotta space to breathe in’.