I don't know what you know
But you haven't heard
Sleep won't come
You know you deserve
You lie awake smoke restless in your chest
What happened to life's lucid dreams that you thought you knew so well.
Caught myself thinking where I shouldn't be. Looking where I shouldn't be. Feeling what I shouldn't be. Then I remembered where I need to be. On a walk to what they consider making it or better demonstrated by faking it. Fucking it. Loving it. Fucking loving it. and loving fucking. What to do, what to do, when the coffee is gone and the cigarettes burn out and the last ashes of you affections saunter away.
You go to sleep.