2022.3

I'm still fighting with
The man I thought I should be
And the man I am

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Open up, police!
Open this heart up, right now!
I’ll kick your chest in!

Fill another glass

The bartender says something

Down another glass

Too often I find

I dearly miss the people

That I never had

It’s in the words, huh?

Speaking, talking, connecting.

That’s what it takes, huh?

Blurred faces speaking

Words, words in my direction

I feel the feelings

Let's sit on a hill,
Under a tree, side by side,
And breathe it all in

Get that good buzz on

The one that rocks you sideways

But you’re for sure fine

The unasked questions

And their unspoken answers

Haunt me to no end

Fuck the fucking fuck

Ya fucking know it, don’t ya?

Just fucking fuck it