Drunk, sloppy
***** wipe, *****
Wipe your mouth, get up.
*****
It's getting to feel tedious baby,
The conversational tone,
The space outside my brain.
The *****
I'm long familiar here,
The floor greets me
Like an old friend.
Like it doesn't hurt.
I stumble, and fall
As the blood escapes my skull
I mourn all the good *****
That I'm losing
And the headache
Unites me with the galaxy through the tile
And from this point of view
Things are looking up
And oh, God! the *****
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
Drunk, sloppy
***** wipe, *****
Wipe your mouth, get up.
*****
It's getting to feel tedious baby,
The conversational tone,
The space outside my brain.
The *****
I'm long familiar here,
The floor greets me
Like an old friend.
Like it doesn't hurt.
I stumble, and fall
As the blood escapes my skull
I mourn all the good *****
That I'm losing
And the headache
Unites me with the galaxy through the tile
And from this point of view
Things are looking up
And oh, God! the *****