the last time I was here I thought I died.
the possibilities of endless yellow lines
leads me to here.
I draw blanks all day, scratch lines in the sand.
I’m a bastard at times
and just needs to sleep.
I’ve do things to myself I can’t take.
if I could do it again,
would I make that mistake?
I can’t sleep at night,
and I constantly shake.
I overthought it all, all last week.
I’m the current director of Shit Show I’m in.
All isn’t perfect, sometimes it’s a zoo.
but there is always something around here to do.
harrassed by the cops,
expensive shitty food.
and I’m not a stranger, may the worst come my way,
not a blessing nor a curse.
I’m a danger to myself,
at a boiling over rate.
if I could charge interest on the thoughts in my head,
I’d be in prison or otherwise I’d already be dead.
no actors needed.
I’m my own doppelgänger,
my own clone.
best of everyone needs to leave me alone
I don’t talk to you or act like I’m your friend.
it’s my street to you fucking bitch
in the back at the dead end.
the last time I was here I thought I died.
syringes in my pocket
1/2 an ounce of white drugs
barely breathing
gangsters & thugs
I can hear a heart meter bring the akg.
pull up his record
is he worth saving?
he has a great act but was a dickhead to me
another Saturday night tragedy.
I can’t believe it
it’s already done
son of a slave slave to the sun.
diet holy water no lemon on ice.
I know she’s been callin’…
she’s on a late night track chugging back here tonight.

“ain’t got no whores nor free cocaine, but my baby’s coming home on tonight’s midnight train.”

if you need to ever call me just drop a dime, if I don’t pick up, then try again, may have better luck next time.

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