i unravel all the time, it is my one constant habit, when all others unwind Advertisements
when they drilled into the obsidian foundations of their great mechanized monster, it was my skull they made their home in
I was drinking, I was invited to dance with the girl in the white dress, I said yes, I danced alone
She wore a white dress, she grabbed my arm, she disappeared without warning
I slept on the couch, In my clothes, Woke up stewing in my brain matter
they don’t care for my sad stories, clever stories make them laugh, mean stories scare them, but if I wrote love stories for them, would they still let me pretend to be tough and mysterious?
And all the cool conditioned air, bar chatter, dance music, and all the things these people tell me, go right off the edge, into empty me