Monday, July 19, 2010



Hit it. Drink it.
Swallow it whole.
Crank it way up and crash.
On my knees. On my knees.
Down on my back.
Turn the bottle over.
Empty it on it's jagged head.

Murdered elbows and knees.
Crawling on mossy salted rocks.
Blurring eye contact the entire way up.
Entered to kick the jukebox once again.
Where ever we are, we're never going home.
More, more, it's always more.
On my worst behavior.

Never doing this again.
I said that last time.
On my knees. On my knees.
Regret afternoon after afternoon.
You're fine. You're alright.
I don't think so.

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