PTSD I wanted to be at the curve of the bar So I could see both doors. That way, if someone walked in… It was a beer and shot sort of place. Take a shot, feign being wounded, Stagger out into the gun-bright sun. Home, I’d stand in the shower’s One headlight, wondering what happened To the other one. Someone must of shot it out. Where was I again? Same place I was before.
PTSD
PTSD
PTSD
PTSD I wanted to be at the curve of the bar So I could see both doors. That way, if someone walked in… It was a beer and shot sort of place. Take a shot, feign being wounded, Stagger out into the gun-bright sun. Home, I’d stand in the shower’s One headlight, wondering what happened To the other one. Someone must of shot it out. Where was I again? Same place I was before.