see the lines in the air- blurred waste distorting our perception, and as we crawl we see under but not through, not like i see through you. i say too much and the message gets lost in translation from my brain to yours; i can't help but notice the unfocused look in your brown glazed over eyes, and it creeps me out. man it's dark in here and cold it's so god damned cold when you sit all alone thinking out loud to the shadows- to the figures passing headlights make on the walls. i have a hangover but haven't drank a drop, i just want all this bullshit to stop to burn out and fade away- for the world to burn down and drift away. the space in my head isn't space at all because i have a friend in the unfriendly thoughts floating upside down making me nauseous- i think i'm going to be sick.
