Fuck you Happy
Lynch pin of deep kin pulled out
Like a tongue prodding at the gap of a missing tooth
You yearn for a sense of self that will never return
Quick friends are dead ends
When you buy loyalty with bar tabs and the booze runs out
Sadness and hangovers become your only bedfellows
Curled fists and bounds wrists declare
Like soured wine to the thirsty
That decisions are bad only in the context of choice
Holed pockets and black eye sockets
Tributes of a reckless nature or apathy
A meaningless distinction to a mourning anima
Like a tongue prodding at the gap of a missing tooth
You yearn for a sense of self that will never return
Quick friends are dead ends
When you buy loyalty with bar tabs and the booze runs out
Sadness and hangovers become your only bedfellows
Curled fists and bounds wrists declare
Like soured wine to the thirsty
That decisions are bad only in the context of choice
Holed pockets and black eye sockets
Tributes of a reckless nature or apathy
A meaningless distinction to a mourning anima