i dont actually care tho

no doubt i look worse than a demolition site. you're giving tradie on the street corner, big amphetamine eyes with sunken sockets. both fidgeting. both falling apart.

sundays are for waking asphyxiated. cracked out apartments and cracked out sinuses. you should really find a new place. i should stop crashing here so often.

saturdays are reckless and these mornings are our poetic justice. i've always said "golden age" in past tense but it's just that since june i've wanted to destroy evenings like bulldozers and brave the rubble all for you.

or maybe that was just another night out, this is just another comedown