I’m a punk, a heretic, just dust on the system
I get blown off the surface and fade into nothing
I should be proud if I momentarily disrupt your sinuses
Today it feels like the pink clouds were filling in for the stratocumulus
Who finally showed in the late afternoon of a summers day
I stutter at the sight, always forgetting the perfect words at a crucial time
Allow me to collapse into a leisurely state
And tell you about how I’ve been battling my ego
Who drinks Irish Car Bombs with arrogance on the wrong side of town
A twenty four hour bar with no minimum on credit
Anytime I put my head above water I regret it
It’s like I found comfort in the struggle
To call my body parts into a huddle
And tell myself from my head to my toes to stop shaking
I’m laying next to a doorway that I need to eventually walk through
After everything i’ve been through
I’m sick of living on repeat
It’s not rinsing off like it used to
Bring me the change
No matter how painful
I can’t lay in this spot anymore
I’m craving the next chapter
“It’s not rinsing off like it used to” 💗💗💗
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