and black cats,
superficial smiles
and dirty rats,
I'm losing focus
and fading fast,
wishing the future
looked less like the past.
If you can never have too much
of a good thing, I think
I'll sit back an have
another drink.
Watch the old sun set
and the blurry moon rise
and maybe someday find a way
to break off all these ties.
I would kill for a short
long-day.
I think that I'm a liar;
it sure feels that way.
For all the vice
swept under the rug:
new monsters between the ears
are kept warm and snug,
but I'd never tell you
I'm okay
unless I meant it.
I'm okay, okay.
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"Say the words you used to wish you heard back when you focused enough to be good." Bad Books You're A Mirror I Cannot Avoid
"Here's to all our vice and our secret double life. I'll sleep with one eye open, maybe you'll save my life." The New Amsterdams All Our Vice
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