"If you dance, you have to pay the band."
So much whiskey that I can’t cry, I can’t fuck and I can’t die.
I never sleep when I need to. Eyes open. Ceiling reduced. Walls caving in. Wish there was something. Wish there was something to make me bend. Bend to the pressure. To the blows. To your favorite songs. To everything that you know. Keep quiet. Keep still. Keep pretending that it brings you a simple, little thrill.
Slow cooking. Turn the boil down. It’s so sad you can’t make a frown. Bring the best back. Have a heart attack. Stressing so much you feel it from front to back. I’m screaming. And you’re leaving. But you were absent from the moment I started speaking. I’m callus. And stretched thin. I’m so different that it’s not making sense.
I’m never gonna see you again. We had fun then you didn’t now we aren’t friends. I’m never gonna see you again. You shared my bed, playing dead, making breakfast, what was said? I’m never gonna see you again.
It’s so sad how quickly it can go bad. What the fuck are you suppose to do. Oh Amy, I was just a kid. You didn’t know how to handle it. Now I’m all grown up and don’t know where to go. You sat in front of my house with no where to go. Now I’m back in the south. Where are you? You sat there in your certainty and you couldn’t look at me. Yeah, Amy. You made me. You’re the one that turned my heart to stone:
California stole my heart and sleeping patterns…
I miss you and I don’t know your name. I miss you but it feels the same/when we are together I feel like I’m coming apart. It all feels the same. Jesus, it’s breaking my heart. It all feels the same. Who am I to blame? Shame, shame you know your name.
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