03.19.19 (how soon)

Tired and boring 
Drunk, mourning
Aimless and floating
Lost, unimportant

No second chances
Just stolen glances
Feel it sink in slow
You’ve lost the glow

Painful and reeling
Head in the ceiling
Fan was rolling
Nothing’s really golden

Aching pain
Swelling brain
Hangover tomorrow
Tough to swallow

Stuck in a roundabout
I need to close out
It’ll only start again
How soon till we reach the end

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