2:15 in the morning.
I'm sitting here with another espresso shot and burnt out buds.
Trying to hide behind unnamed characters.
I call them friends.
And then I think of them,
How the faces and names changed over the years.
How I changed over the years.
Some parts seem recognizable now,
Some I'm embarrassed to.
It makes me sound old.
Or maybe, I was always old.
Another tick. Another tock.
The night is just beginning to get younger.
And so am I,
As I backflip through time.
This is going to be a long night.
Another tick. Another tock.
The night is just beginning to get younger.
And so am I,
As I backflip through time.
This is going to be a long night.
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