i don't know why i try to be anything better than i am.
i get drunk at every reunion.
i am the family embarrassment.
and i am sick of everyone being loud,
no regard for anything themselves,
and i am sad to say
that i am one of them, too.
and she can see me through the window down the street
and she is mouthing something to me,
but it doesn't really matter anymore.
nobody comes sneaking through my back door to see me.
biting my tongue and holding myself back.
i never fight but you can hear my knuckles crack.
i'm a coward with a smile.
i am a fool without a cause.
i am prepared to cut you open but not to sew you back up.
and i will shut my bedroom window
and never let the light in,
and i will breathe in all the dust
from the times we came back from walking the streets at night.
and no one can see me through my window anymore.
and no one can see me though my window anymore.
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