There's dry blood splattered on the inside of my favorite guitar
Stickers and scratches cover the rest.
There are large and awkward growing holes
in my favorite jeans.
They'll last another two weeks at best.
I'm not equipped with anit-lock brakes,
and I have no planned fire escape.
I do it for the money and the peace of mind.
I keep taking it all in as I close my eyes.
There are sharpie marker pumpkins scribbled on
my old apartments walls.
The sketchy landlord probably still hasn't had time to clean them off.
I swear I try to travel light and not to wake you up at night.
I've got this hacking cough and an unrelated prescription that's 70% off...
I gladly would have paid full retail price, if I thought this time the wind was gonna catch my kite.
I do it just to say I took the helping hand,
and now its not my fault if that didn't make me who I am.
It was Phone Tag up in Red Bank.
It was Brendan's blank stencils in the Green Building's basement.
It was Zombies Ate My Neighbors, and fake mustaches,
Salvation Army suits through the power outages.
The acid-headed poet at the coffee shop.
After we played our set, she got on stage and then she wouldn't shut up.
It was 14th and Christie.
It was Weakerthans and whiskey.
It was everything I didn't know I wanted it to be.
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