when i left my room that day
I would never have guessed
I would end up in a bar,
that smelled like an old picture
sitting down to a man chugging down liquor
picturing my dreams coming true, but they fly away with the smoke of your sigaret
What if I don't know my next order?
What if you messed me up?
I can't breathe the same air you intoxicated
so i'm left picturing
what will you say next?
no one wants to live their life picturing
dreaming
at least be realistic right?
at least
you pretended to listen
and I liked to pretend my story was more important than your next order
I guess this is where I reach the border
no more complexities
no more promises
no more do's and dont's
no more
no


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