Glocca Morra Ender All
We don't waste any part of it. It's a sad embrace and
I've made it mine to hold and fall apart each week. I
could easily desert this place but I find it hard now
that it's here in front of me. But I will wait because
I'm not that bold it seems. I know the rain will come to
wash the dirt and scum right off my shoes but I keep
stepping in it. I take the worst path ever home. My eyes
are heavy from the drinks I think I've had tonight and I
know, I will be calling you soon. I will be saying sorry.
Ask away – we will tell. If you must know, I still find
you attractive in a desperate way. I can't remember the
day I left – I only remember I came. I had a feeling this
would somehow kind of add up inside my head. But then I
had a feeling this would never amount to anything. Oh! My
presentation isn't worth this! I feel sick, I think I'll
go home. I can leave this place with grace and all alone.
It's the way I came into the shit. But this can never end
because we never started it. All of this is fleeting I
know; Hope I find my way home again. So will you come
out? If you must know, I still find you attractive in a
desperate way. I can't remember the day I left – I only
remember I came. I won't describe you the city. It hurts
too much to open my eyes. All's I can tell you, it's vast
and pretty and makes me want to crawl back in bed. All my
friends say it's been wasting me but I'm persistent in my
inconsistency with feeling right.
