Gutless: Places, People

 

Always getting by with borrowed guitar amps
And constant dependency on the success of friends,
Friends I hardly talk to.
Dismissing ambition, having a bowl, drinking a steely.
Safe and sound.
Yet I worry about mom’s back pains, and I worry about the drugs my siblings take when I’m not around.

Nothing feels as good as screaming and watching the haunted disappear.
And I’ve been meaning to go dancing.

Ventured into the city alone, wishing you were here with me.
I get drunk at 3 then wake up at 7 from the shouting and laughing.
I get up and I envy their energy.
And I always thinking about the friends who disappeared, and not the ones around.
So why would you put up with me? Why would you give me a place to sleep?
I don’t think I want you to.

Nothing feels as good as screaming and watching the haunted disappear.
And I’ve been meaning to go elsewhere.

Cause we got places to see, and I don’t think that we’re the kind of people we want to be. Wasting away in our apathy.
So fuck the shame prescribed to us by chodes, fuck us for calling to up the dose.

And I drew a picture of our old house,
which is such a poor clichĂ© but there’s so many memories I’d like to browse
Through, in hopes that I’d find something
That our parents threw away the night you learned how sad they’d get when you would sing.

And I’ve got a list of ills that I have long considered I should leave behind.

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