Coffee Mug from Same Places by New Junk City

I feel sick,
I close my eyes and ball my fists.
I’ll probably bail
on all my good friends tonight.
They won’t be surprised.

If I got out,
I’m stone drunk and full of doubt.
I’ve never found a better way
to get through this.

I get nervous at their voices,
in the lights.
I think it’s gonna show in me tonight.
I never really liked this competition,
it shocks my nerves,
it hurts under my skin.

I go home,
I drink water from my coffee mug, alone.
I give it another try.
I dig in
to those books you said to read.
You were always so much smarter than me.

That girl that’s next to me,
I wanna taste.
I know that I should just go home
and hang out alone.
It’s not a simple lust
for younger bodies,
its’s a feeling
that I’ve lost something
in mine.

Some nights
are just a futile use of time.
So much locked inside of this,
so much we’ll never get right.
Some days it hurts to quit,
some days it even hurts to try.

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