DigUpHerBones

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I thought I'd have something to say, but it never really works that way
so instead I stole your declarations and renamed them change,
took this garbage in my pocket, traded it for something fine
stared at its pretty colours like they could've been something divine
but heaven's meant to be free, alcohol just sickens me til I get too lonely
then nothing makes me feel freer than a bottle and product liability

There's nothing better than a drunken walk in the rain at night,
slipping in the autumn puddles reflecting the last rays of sunlight,
this girl's got a habit for it, looks so fine until you realise
she's torn up the skin under her winter jacket.
The cold's the best excuse to cover up and keep your mouth shut.

She says miss, there's this feeling in my stomach;
it hurts when I eat and cramps when I walk,
think it's a lack of inspiration,
I've spent weeks locked in my room, addicted to procrastination,
drinking alone in the evenings, I'm starting to lose that feeling,
(you know the feeling)

So I'll put a bottle of whiskey in my jacket pocket,
it always makes me throw up,
put on my fur gloves, my scarf,
and walk,
take in all the colours til I find something divine
in these streets I know so well but in which I feel so confined,
remind myself of childhood laughs
in the chippy and the back of class,
swig from the bottle, let myself lose on the town
and end my night face down on the rainy ground

The hangover's a reminder you've forgotten everything you learned,
that it's far too hard to walk past the bar and not to turn,
that meditation classes are on the same night as you're working
and if you don't work you'll never afford another place to live in.