LATE NIGHT FUCKING BANTER Here I go snapping inside...
I cannot handle this anymore
The mother to these
The ones that I make the time for
Do they even know?
How I pity in their ways...
Drink and a slip upstairs to hide
One hour of peace
One hour without the music
that makes me cringe
Without the questions that call my name
to answer
I KNOW EVERYTHING
Sure I do...
If I don't I'll just make it up with a straight face
That is what I do good
Lie
But they can't tell
They are to involved
I guess this is just late night banter as the buzz wears off and I wait for her to turn that shit down
and I can sleep
Vacation is needed
I wonder how I am not that dependent
Maybe it is because I have LIVED
Was it cause I am not afraid to just take that chance
I cannot say
I am ready to snap
Fucking banter

02/03/2002

Posted on 02/03/2002
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