Coffee breath and vacant eyes. I’m the sequel to another blurry tale under the city lights. It’s getting easy to fall into procrastination when you wake up in a haze.

There is no good way to say this, but I beg to differ your ways. You and I will disappear like the rain on a windshield. And there’s something thrilling about running low and out of options. I’ll never die, will you stand still? Oh won’t you empty your bottles? Or will you wait long enough to see them spilled on the ground. Let’s open the window. I’ve had enough of this stale air.

Can’t you feel the floor revolving? As you stumble across the hall in a laughable pace.

Can you carry the weight of these wasted years? I’m not sure but I’ll make the most of it.

You’re lying to yourself, my friend. You’re lying to yourself, again.

There is no good way to say this, but I beg to differ your ways. You and I will disappear like the rain on a windshield. And there’s something thrilling about running low and out of options. I'll never die, will you stand still?