i found you on the fourth floor. i left you in the backyard crying while your friends watched you drink all night. you don’t wanna laugh til the moments passed man. you don’t wanna stop til you see the light, take another chance on fleeting romance and grinding down the wisdom in your bite. hey when do you get off, i’m coming over later. i’m calling you back home. i saw your body in a dot com dress code, refreshed to impress; reflect all the ways that my legs are miles behind my mouth. but honestly i dont think that i care. your gonna do what you want and it doesn’t matter what i say anyway. ill just sit here ignoring sickness, slipping further into thickness, sleeping through the nights that i once called my own. everybody come around were hanging out, shaking off the cold iced over from winter taking way too long, its so good to see you smile like you used to when i knew you.
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