Come trap yourself again in piles of sheets beneath the fan on high with me.
Sometimes when I lay on my stomach I think about how much better it would feel if the weight of the world would just take a few seconds to find it's way from my shoulders, all of the way down towards my lower back, where I really could use the pressure.
So this is what it's like... staying home on a weeknight. What happened to TV? Nothing to watch. Makes me stare more at myself in the mirror than I have in the past few months combined.... leading me to curse the networks more and more.
I set the table for1, but all of my regrets showed up for a drink. now we're all blurred in our own senses and chastising a non-existent waiter.
My dog just climbed on my bed, peed on my sheets and my cell phone.... should i read into this?
I'm living in fear of being replaced by my apprentice. The thousands spent in his name will be spent to bury mine. I'll be painted paranoid and placed in a bottle. But trust in the fact that once the truth is uncorked, my prior sobriety will spray in celebration, and be that which saves me.
Stay....
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