I take coffee with my sugar and milk
I take air with my smoke
I take water with my beer
I take one too many steps towards the edge
falling now
letting go of a life too fogged up to control
**** my phone who needs the apps
friends fuckbuddies and pretentious awful photographs
I don’t think I’ve been awake for the last two years
because this all feels like a dream
and the glove fits no matter how many times
I run it through the drier
nobody ever changes - they only come into their own
I’m trying to get rid of these Russian Nesting Dolls
please oh please like my ******* poems
please oh please stroke my ego
please oh please tell me you aren’t wearing any *******
the blue sky is collapsing on us
and it feels incredible to see heaven brought down to our level
the people on the corner must’ve been right after all
the end is nigh and the devil is white
I look at my reflection as it warps like a crazy carnival
a little less false prophet and a little more anti-christ
I’m just sitting here like
“just be honest dude,
the solution to any writing problem is writing”
and now I’m over there like
“Stay the ******* my lawn”
bitter is an acquired taste
but if I am being honest I couldn’t care less about taste
so long as I get you drunk
so tweet that
put that on your blog
I’m not ready to leave the assembly line gig yet
and neither are you