sorry, we're closed

it turns out closure is all it's cracked up to be in hindsight. sorry you feel this way and i'm sorry I feel that way. sorry that i was one way back then and you were another, and when you figured out what you wanted i wasn't part of it, even though the only one who's changed is you. i realized you want me but not me, i'm too messed up or not enough.

little vision come shake me up, shake me up

long time long time indeed, spent so much time drinking drinking drinking, the whole last weekend I spent poisoning myself in the company of pretty girls, a saturday being more honest than I'm accustomed to. mallet's 50th anniversary was a great success for all involved, i believe.

tonight was spent being dishonest, like most nights, but more honest to myself. another chalk mark, another night behind me. Another night imperfect but good enough. another night spent not wanting to leave.

always do i long to lose myself.