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Man, I would love to be less drunk while i write....

I hope to pass out drunk and never wake up
i hope to breathe in while i sleep
and breathe in all your dust
and when morning comes
i die in your footsteps
walking out the door
and headed for work
a glass of water to wash it all down
these vitamins and a taste of your flesh

i thought it was time to end your prayer
and you have only just begun
your eyes
and his
an inevitable kiss
your height and a tan as soon as it ends
i'll sleep away the night
and wish myself to death
with a glass full of whiskey and one on the way
to sleep
without you
and to live all my sorrows down in my dreams
i wait for the time to pass and
my lover, carry me home.