On Repeat

Today’s form of therapy:

Play at neighbor annoying volume. Do the in-the-privacy -of-my-own-home-only dance moves. Repeat as necessary. Hairbrush mic optional.

Sometime Around Midnight by The Airborne Toxic Event

Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.

Wishing Well by The Airborne Toxic Event

And she emerged from the dark,
Like a ghost in my head.
She said, “I haven’t forgot,
Any words that you said.
I just stare at the clocks.
And I cry in my sleep.
And I tear up your letters.
And I burn them in heaps.
And I gather the ashes,
In that hole in the ground,
Where we fell.”

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