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Every Passing Day

Every Passing Day

So inspired
But not from taking her time
Changing her clothes
Making her someone she wishes she was
She moves
Walking down slowly to an open door
She gets carried away
Forgets to say where she wants to go

Smiling sideways
She lays down in the back seat
Thinking of darker days
The flask spills on the floorboards
The driver doesn’t notice a thing
He’s trying to concentrate
Directions are complicated
When you’re already late

Fell out of bed
Fell in love
Every passing guy
Buys her a drink and moves on
Fell to her knees
Felt like nothing for a little while
Every passing day
Drives her to the edge and lets her out

She pays no attention to the bill
The driver takes it anyway
A sad discovery for the next day
She went the wrong way
It’s getting late
But the lights light up her face
It’s not the only reason
She keeps coming back to this place

Fell out of bed
Fell in love
Every man she sees
Buys her a drink and moves on
Fell to her knees
Felt like nothing for a little while
Every passing day
Drives her to the edge and lets her out

She dreamed last night
Or was it another memory she saved
That man of a thousand mysteries
The one who could keep her sane
Through the glass
Another’s hand upon his back
She’s arrived too late
Left out in the rain

Eggs and baskets
Hopes and dreams
Don’t make a lot of difference
When it comes to these things

Fell out of bed
Fell in love
Every man she sees
Buys her a drink and moves on
Fell to her knees
Felt like nothing for a little while
Every passing day
Drives her to the edge and lets her out

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14 comments on “Every Passing Day

  1. hastywords
    June 29, 2014

    Would love to know the inspiration for this one.

    • Edward Hotspur
      June 29, 2014

      At least 50% Mad Men

      • hastywords
        June 29, 2014

        Interesting

      • Edward Hotspur
        June 29, 2014

        We’re on Episode 43 right now.

      • hastywords
        June 29, 2014

        Never have seen it.

      • Edward Hotspur
        June 29, 2014

        Well the rest is just ‘here’s a character and a situation’

      • hastywords
        June 29, 2014

        Sounds like life. We are all characters given life by situation

      • Edward Hotspur
        June 29, 2014

        We can only write our own lives, and the lives of fictional characters.

      • hastywords
        June 29, 2014

        I don’t think I write mine lol

      • Edward Hotspur
        June 29, 2014

        Who is all that stuff about?

      • hastywords
        June 29, 2014

        What stuff? My blog? It’s my interpretation of a story already written…feelings already had. I’m not saying I don’t make choices but you can’t predict the characters that will effect your story

      • Edward Hotspur
        June 29, 2014

        Oh, right. That’s true. Only what you do. Our stories are all first person. To a certain extent, we’re just reporting on ourselves, I guess.

      • hastywords
        June 30, 2014

        I’m not sure that’s what I meant. I know you write a whole lot of fiction. I just meant … I dunno what I meant… I may just be ridiculous.

      • Edward Hotspur
        June 30, 2014

        No, you’re fine.

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