Can’t you be
A little less like me?
Really this is
Ruining my perception of
You, it’s become redundant and
Mundane and
Even if I used to want it just
Hear me out, I used to be a lot less sane
Oh believe it or not, I used to be a lot less sane but
More over, when I’m sober
Everything looks black and white
And while spirited I’m her, yes you know her, galloping from
Night to night
Dancing through the shots and
Parading around the bar why don’t you just
Look at me with the might you’ve got and
Entertain me as to who you
Are
Slowly I snap back into the swing of things and I’m
Encouraging this incessant
Partying but you can bet that
Under the radar I
Take my time
Memorizing
Each face by its
Tone and its line spoken
Outloud
Beneath the roar of the crowd
Everyone knows that when you
Drink you go blind and
I am no exception
To the long withstanding phrase that you
Hear what you want and
If you’ve been taking notes, you’ll find your way BUT
Not one soul is watching and really, only you
Know that the point
Is totally irrelevant
Now cry and run home
Everyone is so afraid of
Everyone, it’s so insane but when you
Don’t even know my name don’t
Tell me how to run my show
On this so far from fateful evening
Breathing is not prolific, sir, it’s breathing and
Even if you want to make your
Art out of pure shit I’m sure
Lots of your friends will feel so
Obliged and tell you that they love it and the
Next day you will feel so goddamn proud just like
Every other oh so enchanted person in this crowd