It's another night of being up all night. I managed to find my way out of the house this time. It's too early to be thinking, but it's too late to be holding on.
Perkins again; this is where it always seems to begin or end. Out the window, out on the highway, the day is barely underway. I'm well coated and kept warm by my fifth cup of coffee. I've long lost track of days.
I don't know if I fucked up. Maybe it's natural that I should feel this way. I was looking for a sense of relief but the girls only heard me not knowing what to say. Now I'm stuck at 8:00 AM. Summer's long gone. Friends are always here to talk about how all the perfect girls are long distance phone calls.
Small tip for the waiter today. Yeah, I suppose we're all running short on change. Maybe all we need is just the slightest change. Maybe all we need is to shorten the gap between homes, between codes.
Okay, I'm finally on second wind. I'm still no closer to the solution of you.
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