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I’m drunk, I’m tired

of tearing myself apart

Ignorant of everything

that’s happened the past few days

I’m drunk, I’m pretty sure you don’t know me

but I know more of you than I’d like to

I’m willing to toss away yesterday

in the ocean and lightning and intoxication

and how you tie them all together

I want to make room for the sins of tomorrow

I’m drunk and believe in

a footbridge as fragile as us

Building up something

uplifting and forbidden

I’m weightless and weak, you weigh on my shoulders

I watch you from across the room, you

don’t even meet my eyes

Still the cold blue spark rushes through me

But the later you flee to me, the

less I know and the less I can think

and the more you turn away, the

more I’m at your heels, catching

red sparks molded into fire

Touch me, I’m drunk, the closer the better