overeager
too ready for friends
too ready for anything
but also poor
with cold hands
and empty pockets
i will be
tonight
your laughingstock
a liar
a cheater
an underachiever
but for 1 thing
i will walk
walk
walk
walk
in the cold
for the one thing that will
warm me
on that long way home
no go tonight?
nothing?
nothing at all?
so i walked for
nothing?
sorry
and that feeling
you know that one
you probably dont feel it as much as i
is rising from my toes
to my stomach
to my nose
stupid
so i pretend to be high
pretend to have somewhere
to go
something to do
but we all know i am not fooling you
i should have stayed home
but at least i have cigarettes
this walk
that lie
this night
was not in total vain.
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