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Idk those nights when you’re partying for hours and the drugs are wearing off and noone seems to have anymore, and the drinks are empty, and the dealers have turned their phones off, then you hear the birds start chirping and the sky starts getting brighter and you look at yourself in the mirror and see a gaunt pale face and wish someone would just shoot you because you just spent all your money plus some you didn’t have, and did a bunch of regretful shit. Yeah I don’t reminisce about those mornings.
Those nights when you’re partying for hours
The drugs are wearing off, noone seems to have anymore
The drinks are empty, the dealers have turned off their phones
Then you hear the birds start chirping, the sky starts getting brighter
You look at yourself in the mirror, see a gaunt pale face staring back
Wish someone would shoot you because you just spent all your money
Plus some you didn’t have, and did a bunch of regretful shit, Yeah
I don’t reminisce about those mornings…anymore…
Whoa
Party for hours
All out of flower
Drinks gone
No phones
Dealers stop slinging
Birds start singing
Sky shone
Mirror looks at you funny
Spent all your money
Did regretful shit
Don’t miss it
I used to not reminisce about those days when I thought my life might go somewhere. Now I’m back to it. I had much better times back then than I have in recent years. Dealing with adult shit all the time is fucking boring.
Is it weird to miss waking up in different houses?
I don’t think so, those mornings seemed so hopeful somehow, like we might be able to go on having those nights and making those memories forever.
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Were you alone at the cemetery?
I did a summer camp a couple times where we would work hard all day long on theatre and other hippy camp stuff, eat a big home-cooked communal dinner, then sleep outside in tents and stuff, and I would consistently get woken up when the rising sun warmed up my tent.
And that was the best fucking sleep I ever had in my life.
I can totally relate to this. Whenever I go camping I only end up sleeping for 6 hours yet I might as well have slept 10. I don’t know how that works. It’s magic
I remember sitting in my patio after chain smoking all night saying good morning to internet friends I said goodnight to. Then I’d ride the bus to school good times man.
