Theres no way I can fall down
out here on the ground and not
feel like a clown, when play pals
are skipping stones and making tik tok
videos, and I'm stumbling home half
frozen solid with an eighth in my pocket.
A little too stoned (I think I lost my phone).
The owls are shooting out across the sky,
my god its cold, but I don’t know,
Im so high, the asphalts burning
blisters into my feet.
An unnatural street carved into
the land with an unsteady hand.
I cant make a plan with all these
people here, but now
I don’t care what they hear.
I've finally made it clear of the woods,
but this road doesn’t know my name.
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