I’ve done so many things, that I regret
I just stopped doing things
Altogether and
Perhaps I’m selling this silver-tongued in retrospect
I’ll start from the top
In a parking lot
Fairly tinted windows, Colin, Harrison, and Rudy
Costco tequila nicely paired with freshly uncapped 40’s
I find it fascinating, perspectives change with time
Doubting absolutes while slowly going blind
I was too drunk
Ah, what else is new
Misgivings numbed
Daring and dauntless until I come to
I’m sorry, Jeff
For what?
Fuck if I know
Maybe it’s that beer I offered, or that I said hello
Assume the worst and hope for something slightly better than that
That’s how my brain works, an apprehensive welcome mat
I have a tendency
Oh, it borders on addiction
Each piece of good news consumed as if I were double-fisting
Soul-searching turned out much more lonely than I thought it would be
Would be
I was too drunk
Ah, what else is new
Misgivings numbed
Daring and dauntless until I come to
Crippled by nothing
That feels like something
The notion that I’m shallow seems dismissively consoling
I’m sorry, Jeff
For what?
Fuck if I know
The consequences of assuredly pathetic throes
Assume the worst and hope for something slightly better than that
Fine lines divide slippery slope and free fall, mind the gap