it's gonna be a warm night to watch the sun rise. these threads have kept nice and it's fresh outside. so what? do you want this over? so what. i know i'm just a placeholder. first to rise, first to try. kill the morning with the first bottle out of the pile you can find. // i don't feel good honey. you said it all. i did dig myself some deep dark hole. i should be scared of a waiting stare, but i'm killing something special and it's too much to bear. man, it's alright. i need to be sold. i'll be left behind with the rest of the modern world. it's weighed down by a clump of hair. if you're up late again, maybe i'll see you there.