run, run

hunger pains
while migrains
because I've picked up the habit
and I've but down the bottle
(specail deal, one night only)
still awaiting a call that will never come
because I've given up my diginity
for a good converstation
and a good fuck

I've doubled my numbers
welcome to our hell hole
because we've never learned
to wipe our slates completely clean
of all our quoteunquote sins
the ones we can't remember are the ones
that haunt us the most
and we'll be drowning ourselves
in our liquid amniesa as soon as
tomorrow night remembers to call us back

the night has worn on longer
than I orignally expected it to
I left it to the purple haze
that envelopes this city once the
sun disappears
and I've learned to stop my breathing
until my cigarette has been ashed
and I can throw it to the breeze

now memories of memories
of something that will never matter
push my thoughts to the corners of my mind
and I'm antsy waiting
once again for what I've decided is my purpose in life:
to wait

so they've all left me
and I'm left with what they've forgotten
only to be forgotten again
by the people who have yet to leave
(circular logic)

goodnight