

Goodbye old friend
I'm drowned under the weight of all this alcohol
If someone should choose to wait around and see me
I hope they're still around to see me an old and bitter man.

It's so heavy and so stale
And you look so pale

Hello, did you miss me?
I wouldn't do that but then I'm not there and I struggle to even care
I'm not Meatloaf, I won't do anything for love,
You're not the wind beneath my wings and there are things that do compare to you

So familiar yet so strange 
so friendly and joyless
so abstract and obvious
so self aware yet oblivious

Where did you go?
I miss the feeling of staring down a barrel of dynamite
I'm not a monster, just an uncaring man who'll plan against you
Here's my card, if you ever need an enemy, let me know.


tazodonoghue