Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Bare feet fall on dirty floors
Voices press against strange doors
The phone rings for the seventh time-
Another call that isn't mine
I see him every where I go
He's in his room. He's at the show
He drives me home from every bar
I forget his face but I remeber that car