The poetry of this hangover/ I don't want to think, not/ Too hard anyway/ The scenery and fish, they're bad/ Take another breath,. another look and swallow/ Holding the hand of hard times/ And fallout/ It could be worse...my star could fall.
Wide awake in the candlelight. Stoned straight, crashing. Ocean wave patterns and sunset. In their prime. Shoulder demons tell me. How to lie when it matters.