I’m never gonna fall asleep quite right.
I’m a blanket on a cold, white floor—fluorescently bored.
I’m up scanning Craigslist for apartments
for the reasons my friends smoke weed, minus the release.
You’re hell-bent on wasting the primes of your lives
just fucking hanging out in different cities.
And I’m up with a theory pinned on my wall—
the red string circumscribes green-lighting a vice, but not quite.
Insomnia’s not cool anymore.
The lights are on, you can’t brag about being bored.
Insomnia’s never been cool before.
The light’s are on, everyone knows you’re torn.
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