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I woke up in the afternoon Missed myself the morning train It's the second one that I've missed Since I tried to get going around 6am I can't keep my eyes from tearing My hands from doing their not-so-cool shakes I reach into my pockets for something That just feels a little bit like yesterday I can hear the whistle blowing From outside my apartment door I believe for the first time Maybe I should drive to work We missed each other's calls from last night I counted the minutes that passed, I drank myself a thirty-three year old brandy I stole from my parent's liquor cabinet. The 10:00am buzz to get me right Started for, is it Saturday? I don't drink but to remember I drink to remember the pain. A .44 at close range My heart skips with great excite, The bullet-proof vest I wear when I'm shot May barely not save my life. I've grown tired off waiting for the beach I swim with sharks blacked out in the dark Playing dares with Sarah Marie. Until the wild Pacific digs its first row of teeth into me.
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
.44s & Wild Sharks
I woke up in the afternoon Missed myself the morning train It's the second one that I've missed Since I tried to get going around 6am I can't keep my eyes from tearing My hands from doing their not-so-cool shakes I reach into my pockets for something That just feels a little bit like yesterday I can hear the whistle blowing From outside my apartment door I believe for the first time Maybe I should drive to work We missed each other's calls from last night I counted the minutes that passed, I drank myself a thirty-three year old brandy I stole from my parent's liquor cabinet. The 10:00am buzz to get me right Started for, is it Saturday? I don't drink but to remember I drink to remember the pain. A .44 at close range My heart skips with great excite, The bullet-proof vest I wear when I'm shot May barely not save my life. I've grown tired off waiting for the beach I swim with sharks blacked out in the dark Playing dares with Sarah Marie. Until the wild Pacific digs its first row of teeth into me.
martin-narrod
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38/M/American
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
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