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Falling out of the water never felt so right,

And swimming in the sunlight always felt like night.

I thought that this was fine.

Walking on thin air always seemed so pretentious,

But now it seems as if it’s the thing to do.

I thought that this was fine.

I see the car pull up and stop beside my house,

The windows, blanketed in fog.

I see myself behind the wheel,

For the first time in years,

And you’re sitting on my lap.

I think that this is fine.

“So how drunk are you?” She asked,

Perplexed, by the way he wasn’t having trouble

Walking, but he was having trouble controlling his hands.

“Why does it matter?” He questioned her back,

Sitting in a very awkward position, trying to focus his vision

On her body as much as his eyes would allow.

She felt so uncomfortable being in the same room

With this animal, as he licked his chops,

But she didn’t say a word.