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i'm in the kitchen, shaking like i'm that fucking coldi'm in the bathroom, staring at a kid who won't grow oldi'm not cut out for this, nosnow's coming down on my august as usualovercoats at the shore. ocean's frozen.no one's really aroundno one really knows whythey've been taking photos at partieswhere everyone's glad, drinks in their handsthe girls line up for glamour shots anddisperse into the living room, dressed to impress.i came with an old friend, and when i lose herit's just me and a sea of colored glass on the counter.better judgement is such a load of shitso glad everybody's here tonight. alrightsome bird sits next to me, talkin speedyabout my shirt or some shiti'm not here. i'm not in the right places tonight.i drink til she disappears, and gets upwondering "what the hell is he even doing here?"i think there's someone upstairs who has medoing all my shots in pairs. what's her name again?i drink 'til she disappears, or becomes a segment of a dreamthat i'm dreaming 'til i stumble out the door, or become something more. From Letras Mania