I replace my sleep with alcohol
And then I drive
An assortment of empty bottles
In my wake
Too many bottles
And too many times doing this
Because I will run out of luck one day
Because the night is never long
Enough
And if I crash my car tonight
And die
The police will recover
Pornography
A machete
A hacksaw
And tennis balls from the trunk of my car
Tennis balls...
I feel like
I should leave
An explanation
6 comments:
precious blood wasted.
No blood. Because we are all made of stars.
stars die.
True.
I want to reply something fancy
But I have have no idea what I meant by that...
Its moby
Wine is delicious
i would drink myself stupid if i could drink it, but my mother
does not allow
such...fun.
You're prolly better off. I drink too much.
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