stifled
sitting here
barely breathing
the scotch bottle emptied
and in the sink
the beer cans a wreck
on the coffee table
books all over the place again
unread
the year falling desperately away
the same old story
i’m the same old act
yeah, i got friends
stretching the globe
from pittsburgh
to madrid
but not a goddamned
one of them
can stop a night
like this
from happening
over and over
again.
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Man... You've just channeled my world...
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