let the lightning come and the august fall   in the broken down bathroom stall   we made love like amatuers      the thrift store bed still cracks and creeks   androids dream of electric sheep   i dream you're here      but it's just air      Carl Jung whaddya make of this   my plots take suspicious twists   non fiction becomes fiction      blah blah blah we make believe   the things we love will never   black addiction to fiction      lightning comes-august falls   broken down stories that our eyes would write   we had 45 good nights      yes i failed   i failed you well   im still sojourning back from hell   at least i tried   we had 45 good nights      the man that fell    the man that crashed in your   kerosene-photographs   will crawl with pride      we had 45 good nights