these distractions
guess they’re what’s
to keep arms empty
just long enough
to get drunk
and forget

and I can’t write to save my life
so tonight I burn

shit unseen
haunts ones dreams
just like a tease
or a tear
on the cheek
of a friend

and I’m so allergic to my work
so tonight I burn

it’s been made clear
we’re all adults here
but in fear
of which way to steer
ones self
into

and I’m sane without her and all the fur
so tonight I burn

time crawled
like a feathers fall
and traffic stalled
amongst it all
before eyes
collide

and I’ve filled this plate so full of fate
so tonight I burn