dave steger

Bad Habits

Am I just boy,
holding an apple,
on the shoulder of the Virgin Mary?

Cause right now my silhouette is all I see,
as the snow falls in front of me.
Could I really be this figure on the wall
so big it makes me feel so small?
Tomorrow shall begin serenly,
it always does.
Then the ache will start its buildup,
and once again I will fill the cup.