onemorepanic

Come quick, we've broken our smiles.
Our teeth hurt and so do the areas behind our eyes.
Too little transpires in the period of several hours.
Wanna pack up and evacuate.
I am a prisoner in my own comfort scheme. So I'll pick up a twelve pack and some mexican and sit by myself and pretend that these things I can afford can justify my complacency.

The pains are all the same, the headache remains. So many mental proposals thrown to the paper pile with that stain of uncertainty.