days when i can't bear the screeching of my blood through my veins.
days when i wish being alive was less maddening.

text me all night then pick me up at 4am in your beater, screech open the car door and throw my bag inside, it smells like pot and whiskey. take me anywhere, get me on the highway, show me the stars and the blackest dawn you can. i have been too sober for too long.