You brought me out here
to kill a year and talk
about laws and things and what you think and what to drink alone.
Next day, woke up early,
could have used some coffee.
I had bricks in my head, late night talks had wrecking balled my blood.
It's 8:13, I can't stand up, I'm all alone.
I need more movies I can watch when I'm alone.
There's a crater in your chair, I'm sinking in.
It hurts to laugh, my eyes are sore; it's Sunday, man.
In another week I’ll probably think about giving in.
An older friend is
having a bad time
with things you taught her her long ago or not so long ago.
She's not Jimi Hendrix;
she's only 23.
I'm watching Brendan Fraser talk to me.
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