pixie_punch

I woke up in a strange place
Music so loud that i spilled all my beer
I made a call for a blackened cab
Some destination was moving on in
I remember the words that you told me
Now they come down so hard, so plain
Fate is gonna find your love in a glass of champagne

-Jeff Buckley

Not in love, lust, or anything of the like. Trading exsistance between hungover, passed out, drunk (oh, very drunk). Tonight I will be sober. I will make sense of what has been happening these past few strange days. I feel single. I feel free.