I miss having fun with you, do you think we'll ever have fun together again?
I wanted to have a cocktail
at this poshplace, I had an oldfashioned
at the bar
and I sat next to this bearded guy
who I couldn't look at
and who left instantly
I feel like if you want to live here you have to be in love
with her
here
I feel it in me, it's not devastating
I wonder if I will drown, here?
or get up?
of course we will
be laughing
and nice to each other
I don't know where my space is
it's everywhere
I got pulled over last night
I don't want to drive anymore
I get nervous
I want to put an e in nervous
I want to spell nervous with molly
I don't like to be a thing
in your freedom thing
your venge
isn't mine
I wish we could fuck loudly for someone else's benefit
I don't tear up that
just makes me shake your head
it makes me a judge where I don't want to be
my throat hurts
my head is filled with coffee
and with shit
and with chocolate scone
and with a nap
I think
I won't tell you everything
anymore
