Everybody is different in so many ways
The Drunk Hounds by Matthew
I'm sifting through cigarette butts with Sondre Lerche humming in the background. I'm reading some dirty poetry that's deemed "noteworthy" by the drunk hounds who live nose-deep in their coffee mugs. (then dream their mindless dreams.. they're mindless.) I'm sucking up all the fumes of our battered scene. I'm addicted, now... to failure. (The drug that's way too readily available.) And I live nose-deep in my drink. (Then dream my mindless dreams... I'm mindless) I can't seem so unlikely to make fun of those just like me. That's my blood spilled on canvas. That's my crowd IN THIS..... IN THIS! Now I'm sifting through all the books full of shit I wrote and I'm sticking by every word whether they were true or not. I live nose-deep in my drink. (Then dream my mindless dreams.) I'm sucking up all the tears that got me here. I'll keep them in a jar with my piss. The dogs will move. They'll feast on anything they can find, but nothing can satiate their hunger for something new...