worshipping the ground you tread and trickle
feverishly feel but always too fickle
caught in the ways, we wander and wane
strictly the same, we savor the strain
that good that we smoke, that we trouble
tring to change, wep ut in the double
maladapted to change, to the eerie abyss
always stuck posing, of feeling remiss
come try the hottest of flavors, embrace the new
of nothing ever borrowed, of a new car too blue
skimp and save, if you dare to try
polished off, brave, to leap into the sky
flying and falling, perspiring for more
swallowing and crying, but i'm still kind of poor
but she sips and sways while i scoot and confound
and she smiles while she says "I want to be found"
i smile and want to kiss her, to hold her a lot
but i'm not brave enough, i'm a perpetual thot
whisky? maybe, if the time is right
or maybe some gin? what an awesome sight
smashing this alone, like the shit's gonna rot
but now it's my time, to get lost in thought.
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