2:43 a.m.
breathe that fire into my lungs...
let it burn
baby
let it burn
my head is pounding
too much to drink
if someone came up and
knocked
on my door
I swear I'd kill 'em
but that drink was worth it
every last drop
...breathe out now
watch the smoke
dance in the air
mesmerizing for a moment
then gone
like all moments
in a
flash
poured me one last
glass of scotch...
...already empty now
lay back down
everything seems so
empty now...
have to work tomorrow,
and tomorrow?
"work tomorrow, again"
but it's these moments
that we must cherish
lying in a bed
drunk and full of smoke
..."cherish"...
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