entered the scene
brightest eyes I’ve seen
jacket draped over my shoulders
cheers to how smooth it’s been
but back then I would wake
as somebody I’m not
How to get out of a slumber
Not something I was taught
So I dug myself deeper
tried to find my bones
Would call random numbers
Strangers would answer the phone
I solidified that on concrete, stone
and drank a half gallon of patron.
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