Its fucking freezing and the moons laying surreal over the lake, casting that diamondstar sparkle across the blackmirror sheen of latenight ice water no, its really cold cold to the point where the cats came in early and I couldnt stand the five second walk from my car to my apartment I mean really cold like 19 degrees cold the sorta thing that makes northern types scoff at us pussies from Florida. (And really)
(Dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket.) (Suffragette City, if you were wondering)
And all the young dudes are carrying the news in towns I never heard of such a random collection of lost souls all gathered in one obviously central location, posing sincerely with the hopes of being understood by the misunderstood on sloppy drunk coldnights where the citylights at midnight always strike that same pang of loneliness in me. Why does downtown always look like a party that I missed? Who were these rebels that died off before I got here? And what of the new class that you here so much about these days? Everything spins in this perfect spectral blur that I either drank through or slept through. Life is for the living and Im living proof that bad habits get you nowhere quick, but I forgot where it was that I was going, and hence gave up the search in order to perpetuate my inevitable gloominess while thoughts of funkids sparkle and twist, relishing the music and sex of normalcy. I used to think life was like movies, but movies tend to define things in terms of cool kids and losers and even the losers have other losers to hang out with the problem is, movies overlooked nowhere types like myself. Id write my own movie but Im too drunk and I didnt get enough sleep last night. I wanna say, computer therapy is spaceage at best, but I dont really even know what that means But believe me, it mustve meant something, otherwise I wouldn have said it. And now Ive got believers believing me. It was an unavoidable fate the kind of thing that leaves people picking through your notebooks when youre dead, as if you actually ever said anything worth saying the kind of thing that makes people say, I thought you died alone a long long time ago. but I didnt I just changed and threw my fame out the window morphed my name and faked out my widow left her rich with credibility, though she never really liked my ability to wax poetic if thats what you call getting drunk and swatting at a keyboard like a monkey I continue to be my worst enemy youre near but you seem so far. Ive got a million lines, but none of them ever intersect the way youd expect them to. However, I do have some lovely fantasies.
(Dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket.) (Suffragette City, if you were wondering)
And all the young dudes are carrying the news in towns I never heard of such a random collection of lost souls all gathered in one obviously central location, posing sincerely with the hopes of being understood by the misunderstood on sloppy drunk coldnights where the citylights at midnight always strike that same pang of loneliness in me. Why does downtown always look like a party that I missed? Who were these rebels that died off before I got here? And what of the new class that you here so much about these days? Everything spins in this perfect spectral blur that I either drank through or slept through. Life is for the living and Im living proof that bad habits get you nowhere quick, but I forgot where it was that I was going, and hence gave up the search in order to perpetuate my inevitable gloominess while thoughts of funkids sparkle and twist, relishing the music and sex of normalcy. I used to think life was like movies, but movies tend to define things in terms of cool kids and losers and even the losers have other losers to hang out with the problem is, movies overlooked nowhere types like myself. Id write my own movie but Im too drunk and I didnt get enough sleep last night. I wanna say, computer therapy is spaceage at best, but I dont really even know what that means But believe me, it mustve meant something, otherwise I wouldn have said it. And now Ive got believers believing me. It was an unavoidable fate the kind of thing that leaves people picking through your notebooks when youre dead, as if you actually ever said anything worth saying the kind of thing that makes people say, I thought you died alone a long long time ago. but I didnt I just changed and threw my fame out the window morphed my name and faked out my widow left her rich with credibility, though she never really liked my ability to wax poetic if thats what you call getting drunk and swatting at a keyboard like a monkey I continue to be my worst enemy youre near but you seem so far. Ive got a million lines, but none of them ever intersect the way youd expect them to. However, I do have some lovely fantasies.
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(until then, i get to drink every night right?)