If I never feel happy again.
If I get a case of the **** its”
and follow that red glow all the way to my grave
(because it feels warm once in a while).
If I walk into a venue in my hometown
and smell the familiar scent of stale beer and regret.
If my mom passes away
suddenly or succumbing to the passage of time.
If I never heal from how I was treated
and continue to treat myself the same over and over.
If I have to rely on jokes about my grandmother
to keep her memory alive
when she is not.
If I let myself down
again.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 7:43 PM UTC
If I never feel happy again.
If I get a case of the **** its”
and follow that red glow all the way to my grave
(because it feels warm once in a while).
If I walk into a venue in my hometown
and smell the familiar scent of stale beer and regret.
If my mom passes away
suddenly or succumbing to the passage of time.
If I never heal from how I was treated
and continue to treat myself the same over and over.
If I have to rely on jokes about my grandmother
to keep her memory alive
when she is not.
If I let myself down
again.
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