‘All the Almosts’

All the Almosts, Might Have Beens. So Intense, Deified Objectified, makes me smile, before I cry, breakdown in my room. Your love came to soon, now way past bloom. What move to make, play for show? Trash It! Sped up, sex with the crowd.. Who goes home after the gig? and looks at the hotel room? Just me, the bed, and the sheets to drug down. Lost Mind. Lost time. All the Almosts, All the Might Have Beens, So Close to Fame, []