This is far from stumble. This is weep and kneel, but muted, like squeezing information from a rock. There's catching yourself failing and when you actually failed. You forgot, forgot to write it down first, then Forgot. You have to sit with that, cause it was-- **** was so good. And when you wake up tomorrow, at 4 pm, sober, and read this you'll hopefully have a headache and know better.
The first two lines ****, I know, but I had to start a poem.