Whiskey sour
Say good bye
Texas Hold em and nervous eyes
I'm in not wanted here
I thought
(But I always think that)
Sitting down and sitting out
Watching everyone with no one looking back
I spot the landing plane against black backdrop
Blinking Christmas color lights
And fireworks
It's Independence Day meets Santa
Everyone has a problem,
the same problem, tonight
We are the very definition of the blind leading the blind
23, educated, jobless, and opinionated
My foot slipped on the stucco walls and I knew it was time to leave
I should have left an hour earlier
But what do I know
At this point, nothing much
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