I'm imagining the pavement blurring beneath your brick heavy eyelids, middle of the road becoming more of a guess than a goal, grasping at thoughts to keep the monotony from monopolizing what memory you have left.
That sound, that awful sound that sometimes picks up the second you've silenced it in your mind, is back again and driving you insane, the bane of the trip on which you've been for far too long already.
So let me tell you how to quell the endless feelings you can't escape before they suffocate the essence of your heart - I have auburn hair that glistens in the sunlight and hazel eyes you won't be able to fight once you're a few too many drinks in