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College kids drink. It's not the blood of Christ. And when it is, they still seem to abuse it. The church doors are locked. And my parents called. And I don't know who these people are And we're all drunk, and it feels like skipping time. Not in a grand sense of the word, a 5 years ago I was in high-school sense of the word, but where time doesn't exist, and there we are/ The night shines like gasoline oil. But we're crammed together. So I take a walk in bare feet in the mud. I walk by guys who want to fight Who smash bottles of Sky. Shards exploding. And I want my bed and I walk home a mile, then two, then it's three a.m. Half jogging, drunk walking, tipsy jogging, singing songs, car lights are shooting starring past me. And no one drives me home this time and I just want my bed and I keep singing some kid cudi song. And then I'm home back in my bed and I drink glasses of water and then strip and get under the warm layers and cool ceiling fan wind and drift asleep. And I wake and drink more water. Then fall asleep again.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
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College kids drink. It's not the blood of Christ. And when it is, they still seem to abuse it. The church doors are locked. And my parents called. And I don't know who these people are And we're all drunk, and it feels like skipping time. Not in a grand sense of the word, a 5 years ago I was in high-school sense of the word, but where time doesn't exist, and there we are/ The night shines like gasoline oil. But we're crammed together. So I take a walk in bare feet in the mud. I walk by guys who want to fight Who smash bottles of Sky. Shards exploding. And I want my bed and I walk home a mile, then two, then it's three a.m. Half jogging, drunk walking, tipsy jogging, singing songs, car lights are shooting starring past me. And no one drives me home this time and I just want my bed and I keep singing some kid cudi song. And then I'm home back in my bed and I drink glasses of water and then strip and get under the warm layers and cool ceiling fan wind and drift asleep. And I wake and drink more water. Then fall asleep again.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
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