four o clock in the
fucking morning,
shouldnt the sun begin to rise?
but slicked back and broken
im sitting worring,
rubbing my feet together
trying with all my might to get you off my mind.
scratchy sweater on my elbows
and deep chest pains in my heart
fadeing slowly
down as each letter
makes each word
just as insignificant as the last.
You dont read this do you?
and you dont know i thought you
were funny tonight.
did you.
I'd just like to shove my
emo punk wanna be life style
and throw it all away
for one moment in everyday
where i would be assured that
im atleast worth a half an hour
twice a week.
or maybe just a coctail at our reunion.
Lets drink it up.
please.
let me escape my fears
and as rhymey as it is.
drink away my troubles, in 4 or 5 more beers.
fuck if you dont approve.
im me im not you.
i bet ill rgret everything i have ever said to you
when i wake up in the morning.
Now i'll leave you hanging
4:07 am - 02.02.03
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