sometimes. when black and blue sit
in the lipids
(down in the depths)
when i can't bear to smile through you.
only then, but it's enough.
with strangers, it's easy
line 'em up and knock 'em down
knock one back. it's
on me, today
empty bottles and balancing bar stools
i wore my cut-offs
because i am.
so i guess someday we'll meet again
back at the start of this
same dead end
(oh, and thanks again)
and i'll be driving, diving
that's all i am
(i'm a)
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