bullet holes in the evening sky
don't ask me to testify
it has been so long since i
have seen my father's eyes
pick a fight in the laundromat
accidental poets write
we have only really explored 5 percent
of human kindness
born into the family business
removing carpet stains
you learn to hold a grudge
to fight the loneliness and depression
but at night it all creeps in
you can't remember anything
that's going on
in the tv show you're watching
heroin babies in withdrawal
the death of the latest instagram star
you pour your coffee in your hands
to feel something
what doesn't kill you will anyway
eventually you're bound to pay
the price for your one way ticket
to maryland
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