10.19.04 - 9:54 pm

what does this mean?
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am

I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with bigh block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends i am a visitory here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am

You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with yor door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

D.C. sleeps alone tonight

You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seing why i was the one worth leaving
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving

this song has been on repeat for hours now. a endless pulse of sound that twitches my body into a sort of dance complete with rocking motions, and closed eye drumming.
tonight im thinking about cigarettes. im thinking about fingers stained with the odor of smoke.
im thinking about grandmothers who buy their family members cigarettes. im thinking of all the diseases and pain and misery that inevitably come with smoking. how blatantly obvious addiction and the impending anguish to follow.
im thinking about just how ridiculous people are.