you keep repeating that
simple but ominous phrase.
           get out
                get out
                     get out.

           get out of this town,
           out of this state,
           out of this life.
she wishes i could transfer
planets,
universes, if at all possible.

           drop everything and
           go before you can't leave.
she meant before i was too
strung out to function,
but would never say it.

she offered me a ticket out,
one that never expires,
to go to any college in any
state to get any degree and
i wouldn't have to pay a cent.

but i have to quit drugs.

who the **** am i anymore?