It's been a long, cold, lonely winter the only incandescence being hijacked effervescence. Frothy nights ending in the embrace of a stranger's hand, blacked out, wasted, another set of lips I wish I'd never tasted. Welcome spring, summer, fondness for the same old thing. God, I'm so alone barricaded behind bad decisions chasing more, just to complain. Oh no, this time is time to change.