falling asleep this
night in a ceremony

shirt and cut off shorts

the graduate's on television tonight

the graduate's on television tonight

and i don't care. i'm sick of it,

tired of romance that looks how

people want it to look.

good God i was mucked down

in that bog for too long.

about twenty years too long

to be honest.

the graduate's on television tonight

and it's reminding me how stupid

i used to be. stupid enough to make

choices for all the wrong reasons.

good God i was stupid,

stupid and mean.

the graduate's on television tonight

and i don't want your company, dustin.

not tonight. because tonight i feel

like just another notch

on a gun somewhere

north of here, just another name

on a what's-getting-long list.

good God i was a hard fought notch

and a name written in calligraphy

on that list.

the graduate's on television tonight

and for once in a long while, i feel

like dreaming myself to drinky sleep.

good God, save me from me.

that one

i wrote alot of things

about that one.

beautiful things and heartsick

things and hopeful things

and horrible things too.

some were okay but most

weren't okay in any way but

they're all still here, laying

around like a bunch of old

dive suits lined up side by side

in a navy warehouse - the kind with

the big round bronze helmets

and tubes that go up to

the surface for air and

monstrous boots for trodding

around ocean floors and

sunk submarines and the like

but unlike that congregation of

ghastly obsolete apparatuses,

those things i wrote aren't worth

the ink i spent on them

now.

i guess it's time to start over,

again.