The Greatest in Mexico.

Today was a good day. I was happy today. I don't even know why, but I am glad I was happy.

Maybe it's not right to be excited about just being happy. Maybe there's supposed to be more. Maybe I don't have anyone but myself to blame all this on.

Sober. Fine Again. Everything will be fine even though I have broken lungs and I can't move mountains. All that I want to give gets caught between every rib. What does that make me? What's wrong with what I have to give today? Why'd you go away? Why'd I go away? Why'd I think You went away?