The only lit open signs at 1:08 am
are hanging in
the windows of whataburger, cash4gold,
and the racetrack down the street.

Foggy but awake,
I'd like to stay that way.
I'd like to stay that way.

And doesn't everyone eventually die by suicide?
Fake granite countertops biding conversations
on drugged up new years night.
No sleep can fix the negative,
acceptance beats grit-teeth hopelessness.

Foggy but awake,
I'd like to stay that way.
I'd like to stay that way.