sometimes i sleep between pieces of paper, so broken down i speak and exhale vapor.
i am a mess of smoke,
i am blackened lungs,
i am late nights, avoiding stress,
i am getting blackout drunk.
i stared out the window, through the windshield wipers,
and i saw grey.
i saw the sun that set on skylines,
it felt so far away.
i wasn't looking out
i wasn't feeling good.
i was everything i should not have been
and my anxiety set in.
we're just searching for something profound,
too fucked up too drive, we still get around.
i self-reflect in glassy eyes
and take photographs to remember these nights.
we're just searching for something profound,
too fucked up to drive, we still get around.
we meet in parking lots, feeling alone, i feel uncomfortable
when we're not playing shows.
so let's circle around the block again,
there are three minutes left in this period,
and i want to make the best of the time that i get.
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