there's only two things you can make your own of
luck and loneliness at least that's what i was told
some miller high life and some bad intentions
you told me to go downtown and get my aura read
it was bright green like the vomit that you threw up
in the cab ride home from my house. your eyes said nirvana but you wasted my time, and now i'm left alone in this twin bed stained with wine
and why is it so hard to love this life?
oh my.
do you ever feel like the universe is just a series of lights that are trying to kill you? on the edge of the couch, i wonder if you wear my bands shirt to bed. and i was faded like a glow in the dark star on your bedroom ceiling on your bedroom wall, the constellations of your kiss, sprawled across galaxies on my lips. a soliloquy to a voicemail box watching snow hit the ground, watching it pile up. and i've falling faintly out of love or falling faintly out of touch. now i feel like frankie valli back in '63, oh what a fucking night, i need a fucking drink. pull up to the house, keep the engine on, keep the windows down.
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