is lately, we cannot get a grip
we've been thinkin
a little too hard
about opening our wrists
but instead we are here together
throwing strangers tips as we watch them strip
some nights we are on the floor in the bathroom alone
sometimes we are up inside neon lights screaming our lungs out as we drink patrone
the sorrow is blinding
the tragedy, binding
strategically crying
and haphazardly lying
it's so trying
but I wish I could see you
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