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“and he swears to god it’s like sunlight or a sunset or one of the fucking two - skin. but my head is a runaway freight car and drinking only makes it worse - goes off the track. you know what I mean? like some sad fuck has taken up in my head, all the same shit - happy songs in the morning, thunderstorms and guitar at night. he said that’s called love and I said… I don’t remember what I said. I’m sure it was clever”
flash your teeth
that smile
“so I’ve taken up knitting or just stabbing my fingers - good reason to check my blood sugar. that’s a joke. you can laugh at that. wait, wait, wait. someone keeps tracking dirt through my fucking kitchen”
and I won’t stop laughing
and I’ve taken the wheels
off your home
your bike
now you’re singing
hallelujah
cause we’re both stranded here
well
goddamn
that’s a reason to break a bottle