tonight i am miserable and angry and lonely but thats to be expected isnt it so i write something withoutΒ pointless subtlety or care as i settle in for another tonight another tonight in this stupid heart this broken brain another drunken tonight with unremembered conversations on the phone with everyone who cares drifting further trying not to let me notice another shot please tequila with a beer chaser with lying on the floor bathed in my own disgusting, pitiful melancholy