drinking after the show in that cramped apartment
and everyone who wants to ignore you has started
star fox on the couch, but you want to stay out, so you're taking the long way home past her house
you're not letting on. you won't be the on to blink first, looking better but you feel worse
words all come out wrong, fucked up and out of focus. do you think they even noticed?
I just wait in the car, let the engine run, and try to remember how to talk to anyone.
you try to make a world it feels good to live in, where you eat right and make good decisions
you're not feeling strong when you're trying to ignore it, still get dragged into its orbit
you belong, and it makes sense that you'd want this
you're not wrong, it's not perfect, but it's worth it
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