HU-MID - Waking Up with an Inexplicable Headache

Party foul
Hungover
Faded eyes
Slightly buzzed
Mystified
By the last
Night in town
Where was I
Holy shit
Who are you
Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch

Bracing myself
I must face
The aftermath
That I earned
I had my fill
I am done
What is the point
When I've given my all
And you've given me nothing but
Hell

Hell

I start my makeshift monologue
Reciting my indictments
Crows crusade
Picking at my bones
Knit pick all of my stories
Persuade and perpetuate
All I ever spoke
It was true

God
Damn it
I
Blacked out
What
Do I
Have
Left

Left

I've given my all
And you've given me nothing
I've given my all
And you've given me nothing

I am a selfish bastard
I know it
So
What
Tequila gets me going
And whiskey
Don't
Help
Another night forgotten
Decided
From
Now
I won't drink myself stupid
At least not
Til next week

Written by:
Nathan Randolph

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