yote

thanksgiving sleepover, 

2 in the morning

i’m open mic at my good friend’s tv

but they’re gone now?

not here? am i that bad a singer

oh i found them upstairs okay 

now they’re stumbling around

say they’re drunk,

they’re going down 

to the local graveyard

in the dead of the night

will they dance on the tombstones

will they shiver in fright

will their world go topsy turvy

and everything bright?

well it’s dark here,

alone,

i wish I could lose control

and join the parade of

corpse

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