When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend, I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection, the mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit. And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss, so many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it... but me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split. The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.
I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train and if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same. We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain but what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane.
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this, the reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did...
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live, cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is.
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