night life
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The stars where drunk
or maybe it was I.
Maybe there was too much coffee in my viens
and not enough sleep in my eyes.
Maybe I've lost my way
or I'm just out of my mind.
I'll get myself another cup
I forget them in the day time, all the little lights
At me they wave and blink and do their damndest to get my attention, but I pay them no mind
A day passes with the click of a clockA meaningless motion of an arbitrary decree.You’ve endured another rotationYou’re a day olderValuable consent and accessible vices.I feel no different
