And then it hit me.

I'll drink my way to passionless;
reflect so much on the past that
stolidity and I become one again.

I'll wish myself all the best
with my rooftop regrets
and cigarettes.

I'd say this one's got about one
good drag left on it before I throw
it aside. You just threw me aside.
(Don't forget to put me out.)

At least you showed up. It meant the world.

I just wanna know what it feels like to be happy again.
                                                    to wait for the streetlight to go out, and make a move.
                                                     to hold you as the fireworks light up most of my July sky.

Us kids call them butterflies. Others might call me naif.
All I know is I wanna keep it together.

Dextromethorphan will surely clean up my act,
enabling psychoactive thoughts from an outside
source, another point of view.

How many months? How many grams?

There's acetaminophen in them there pills!

I've left my strength on the coat rack.
Where I'm going, there's no comin' back.
(Are we there yet?)

I was raised without "never" in my repertoire.

You had me at hell no.