This turpentine chaser's got kick

[angelchild6]

And the rag that it's soaked in is rich
But the fumes aid the pace of my cleaning

And as soon as I'm done I am gone.

What am I doing?

I could hardly tell you anymore.

I'm fading in and out of consciousness.
Or awareness.

The little piece of me that's always there...
Telling me to fight for it
To breathe
To never give up

Has taken a vacation.

Instead, I am animated through the same old, same old.
Going to the hookah
Playing pool
Driving dangerously
Getting coffee downtown
Parties
Concerts
Improv
And fucking Dunkin. Every night, it seems.

I can't do this anymore.
I need change.

I need something bigger and better than anything I've experienced.

I cut my hair.
I'm the vintage queen, all of a sudden.

I am nicer
But more violently upset

I let the insults go
But hold the grudges

You can do nothing for me.

All I want is the summer.

But not any summer.
I want last summer back.
It was perfect.
It nearly killed me.
But it was still perfection.

So, I content myself with A Summer's Kiss EP

On the way home,
This car hears my confessions
I think tonight,
I'll take the long way.

This weather.
The wind outside is biting,
It's left me feeling tired and exposed.

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