i tripped and fell into
a rhythm with you
i jumped off the deep end
but still played it cool
tried to pretend we're not different
and i hate that i have to admit it
but i'm done with wishing
i know it's only a matter of time til the shine wears off
darling can't you see
i'm a broken man with addictive tendencies...
i don't ever think i can
learn how to love you right
and i'm caught in your mind but it's like you've had enough
i wish you'd just tell me to go
we're caught in stone
you know we might not make it
thanks for the omens, morning commute playlist.
i get the message.
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talked on the phone with c. last night and we resolved to "have a drink together" during the conversation, which for me turned into 3+ glasses of wine and resulted in me doubled over laughing in my kitchen, trying not to fall over and not caring if my neighbors heard me shouting, "another f*cking glass of wine, RIGHT NOW!" way too loudly.
at this point the judgy voice inside my head is saying, you shouldn't get in the habit of drinking alone, you know. (the fact that this cautionary biatch of an inner critic is piping up after ONE night of solo drinking speaks to her fortitude and prominence and lack of shits given and hatred of fun.) i agree that drinking alone every night of the week until drunk wouldn't be a healthy pattern. but right now i just need to give a few less f*cks (about EVERYTHING) and let myself live.
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