I don't want to
Throw up or Cry
& Overthink everything
At the same time
But I'm drunk
And it seems to be all
Which comes to mind
I really shouldn't drink so much
But who is to tell me
What to do
When all I need is rent
& food is a secondary expense
This adulting thing doesn't bode well
Too many bills
Too many responsiblities
Too many expectations
With blood comes too many questions
And isn't it easier to
Tell a story than
Actually speak the truth
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
I don't want to
Throw up or Cry
& Overthink everything
At the same time
But I'm drunk
And it seems to be all
Which comes to mind
I really shouldn't drink so much
But who is to tell me
What to do
When all I need is rent
& food is a secondary expense
This adulting thing doesn't bode well
Too many bills
Too many responsiblities
Too many expectations
With blood comes too many questions
And isn't it easier to
Tell a story than
Actually speak the truth
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