I  went to the moon and back but all I have to show is this stupid t-shirt.

Tonight, we rest our heads on the bows of those arrows.
I make one false move and you call me out
all "Okay, Now you have to draw TWO cards AND give up anything wild."

and to be honest... 
I'm not even sure what game we were playing anymore.
All I know is that I have five cards in my hand
and these random shapes.

Wars do not always involve soldiers and land mines
sometimes it's just you and that place
where your thoughts take you.
Don't get me wrong though,
you wanna see a bloody pile of flesh?
well, it doesn't take a movie ticket anymore.
It takes about five bucks and an hour.

Five bucks and sixty minutes and you'll spend all tomorrow trying to remember the best day, today. The one where you WANTED to play Life but couldn't quite manage, the one where driving home becomes a video game with all these new controllers that you can't quite figure out.

I feel like this
towering volcano
all steamy and junk
like, hey... you just wait for my bad day.
I'm tellin' ya' one day
I'm just gonna spew.
Like that way too over shaken Cheerwine over there
or that thrice kicked around Dr. Pepper.

...It's hard to speak my so called Vietnamese
with you guys looking at me like I make no sense at all.
and believe me, I know
that no amount of hand gestures in the world could substitute for a conversation.

It's like ouch times every day.
The story behind your biggest scar.

How do I deny the fact that I bared witness to the day that 'ugly' was defined?
As though I do not see it every time I pass the U section of a Dictionary.
As though I could not wrap my tongue around these words.
no teeth.
we don't speak here.
Just think.

Either way
I know that
when all is said and done i just want to be able to turn around and say
Hey
you
I remember you...