Wednesday, April 13, 2011

dear kate

Dear Kate
my new life here
isn't as much fun
as I thought it would be
I drink too much
and talk too little
I keep thinking
I'm going to wake up
and you'll be coming back
I keep thinking
you can set me straight
The sunlight hurts my eyes
and bars aren't my scene
You know me
I'm on a short leash
and the bootleg is always
within arm's reach
Too many young girls
are talking too much shit
and I can't decipher it all
I missed a few classes
of drunk girls 101
not that girls ever made much sense
I'm too old
and too immune to all of that
I'd rather soak myself
in gasoline
until I'm squeaky clean
until I'm ready
until I'm able
to face the world
without you.

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