I'm drunk, sue me

Personal holocaust
A six week delay
These other things to come
Unecessary epithets
And I fear for my life

Haven't talked for months
Hope you never call
Talking to strangers
But it still can't replace
Highway tragedy

Impressionable personality
Fucked up fault lines
Etched in the face of time
Faces rendered meaningless
Like my dusty telephone
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My broken fingers have let me down
Bags of green wasting away overhead
Lost, out of control
Slowly drained ambition
Choking on what's left of it
Still there's parts of you keeping me up
Late at night when I turn
Tossing away bitterness
I'll use it when I have to
These pink bullets never miss
They never cease