Slippery when wet,
So walk with caution.
I'm the most sober
so let me do the talking.
The walk of shame
Never felt so free.
2 miles in and all eyes on me.
You've had your fun,
And your ears are ringing.
Fuk Sunday dinner,
Even with a liter of gravy
It's minging.
Dry as second hand old toast.
Tonight's insomnia,
I'll celebrate with old ghosts.
Shaking hands with every memory.
Sure what else would you do,
After hitting it hard
Regardless that you
Know you're 44 and
Still half a mile from home.
Every moment could be our last,
Every goodbye,
Every nod at the weird neighbor,
Who you don't really know.
To live is to be doomed.
As,
We can't as much as we try too Escape, everyone only has so long.
Time ticks but can never be returned.
Memories remembered,
Will never be there to relived
You pay for a ticket and get your go.
And sadly that is all you get.
The calm before the storm,
Not being able to sleep is the norm.
Mind too quick and ready to self harm.
Eyes closed tight fighting the insomnia
And not wanting to see light
That means it is the morn.
Daylights coming,
And no matter how tight my eyes will be close
It can't change that.
No amount of wishing or cursing,
No overthinking,
It will still be here soon,
With the birds singing,
Another day,
So may as well open those eyes
And see it in.
My dog sighs
My dark days,
My temptress
My moment of bliss.
When the beat hits.
When we close the curtains
On Sunday.
And then when we are swopping sims,
As we ran out of battery.
Like a lottery,
No one wants to admit its Sunday.
Who's phoning in sick on Monday?
Spice up your panic attack
With maracas
And the need to need
Someone who needs you,
As sure as the sky is blue.
The weekend ends too soon,
Sunday roast with extra gravy,
And a extra long chew.
For Monday loams,
And you can still feel the baseline
From the night before.
Ears ringing and every other reply is
'sorry, what did you say?'
Still kinda half way between now
And the night before.
One more people,
they are the people I wanna share life with.
Be it one more choon, line, drink or just one more time we share a smile
One more is a special thing shared with the closet friend to the random you just met.
One more, where's the party at?
This Will be on my gravestone
The front left becomes a horror of untold. Every face smiles,
but they are smiles
Of day light robberies and hurt and pain. The space you obtain becomes small
till you can't breath
and the witches crackle with ease.
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