It's not my worst nightmare,
But it is high up on the list.
Maybe the fifth?
And it's running in circles,
And you're running around,
Shouting about how
We're both dying alone,
But together.
And how that's not the same
As dying alone,
Or dying together with someone.
I go inside,
But we're out of the good liquor,
And I'm not drinking the ******* Fireball.
Some Steve Carell movie is playing in the backround.
Tim and Sam are ******* on the couch,
As usual.
And I'm just alone.
You're all moving around me,
And you live your own miserable lives.
And I've outgrown you.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
It's not my worst nightmare,
But it is high up on the list.
Maybe the fifth?
And it's running in circles,
And you're running around,
Shouting about how
We're both dying alone,
But together.
And how that's not the same
As dying alone,
Or dying together with someone.
I go inside,
But we're out of the good liquor,
And I'm not drinking the ******* Fireball.
Some Steve Carell movie is playing in the backround.
Tim and Sam are ******* on the couch,
As usual.
And I'm just alone.
You're all moving around me,
And you live your own miserable lives.
And I've outgrown you.
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