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ATMOSPHERE

It's the music, the alcohol

it's my situation won't improve

 

it's vices

it's smoking bidis

it's coughing from addiction

 

it's having talent but no outlet

emotion without expression

it's wondering if it's depression

 

it's insecurity

it's am I happy

it's advice when only I am me

 

it's drinkin brew

things I thought i knew

downing downers to cheer me up

 

it's a powdered nose

secrets no one knows

gambling with tomorrow

 

it's waiting tables

it's sore shoulders

it's scowling behind a smile

 

it's lifting weights

it's bad first dates

limp from drinking from the bottle

 

it's my ex lady

it's lusting

it's wanting what's in the past

 

it's a broken car

it's public transit

it's fearing that I am them

 

it's lovers cheat

talk is cheap

promises wash off my bed sheets

 

it's my breaking point

this broken joint

trying to calm my loathing

 

it's the ecstasy

that only fixes me

for one pill at a time

 

it's the president

pay the rent

work and school until I'm spent

never sleep

no cash to eat

feed my heart

with dreams I never see

holding on and letting go

walking fast and running slow

out of place

out of patience

job ******* placement

 

alcohol and strippers ****

dignity and throwing fits

trying not to slit my wrist

when everything comes down to this

moment

and I miss

 

it's insanity

everything all around me

it's me

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Apr 26, 2012
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