paper maché flasks we’d never drink from hand made opaque masks you’d never think of an adderall nightmare you couldn’t dream up and when the morning comes , you never wake up . escape the winter winds within the theater ; a poster pin up girl , you’ll never meet her . you know you won’t get back your dad’s old sweater . you got to remember that things, they will, get better .
and i know that you don’t think i’m coming home and it’s been too many weeks over the phone and i don’t know i long i can go with it alone because i’m still trying to learn your do’s and don’ts
separate . medicate your awful headache . what you make of your day keeps you awake . olympia won’t wait for the winter . breathe into my glass and i fog over . that’s when the world get’s weird , in red october . i hope you know i will say sorry when i am sober .