segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2025

The drunk who delays judgement

 Hello old man it's been such a long time
I didn't know you had a thing for white wine
One must claw for an identity is implied
You also didn't play the piano

You take a swig and fall into her painting
Her little shards of the afterlife's signs
You can't expect me to just drop everything
Is what you said a hundred times

Telling me to tread lightly
you came down like tonne of bricks
Error had made me unsightly
Just a fucking baby tick

hello old man the lights and parties of never
how they merge sublime a self deluded heaven
that blends and extends nowhere allowing yourself
to toast empty tomorrow's and pillpopping health

don't get your feelings hurt
refill your glass make it across the room
To the dismay of the hosts you won't be leaving
anytime soon



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