Hey, self awareness! I didn't notice you there.
Ironically I've already seen my soul in the bare.
Holes in the air of our awkward conversation.
You offer consolations like I'd off myself from break ups.
I've already forgotten. Sell the paint brush. I'm painting with buckets.
That doesn't mean a God damn thing, or maybe it doesn't.
Wasn't. Crazy. A puppet. Playing a trumpet for these ladies. In public.
Made me make me look like a dumb shit. Drag my name through the mud.
Tracked it through the house. Been awake for a month.
Misery keeps me company late into dusk. Pour away at the pub.
I'm wasted on being wasted. Just a grave that ain't dug.
A wake that ain't come. Asleep at the wheel.
You hear the beeps and then squeals.
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