And I will never forget a thing I have done,
And you would never exist without us. Another vodka & coke, another cigarette, perhaps indulge on that kitkat chunky and then, maybe, sleep.
I hate this time of the morning, in those unknown hours surrounding dawn, where it's both light and freezing. I'm bored of this insomnia nonsense when it's not even interesting. And ugh, old man, get gone - like I'm in your debt? Please, give me a sign to wear around my neck reading 'bait'. Won't change much, I'm sure.
Seven am and I don't know what to do with myseellffff.