We are the worst of our kind.

Things can get out of hand pretty quickly if you plan to drink all your sorrows away. We're so destructive to ourselves we make messiahs cry. At least she was wet when the bar ran dry. I'm treating this as the first sign of decomposition. Give it a week or 2 and this "thing" will have become one with the earth. I'm heading towards another blackout. And our inner party animals lie dormant from the 9 to 5 slavery until we break out of ourselves. There are people crawling on hands and knees on the floor because a leopard never changes it's spots. Then why was it so easy for you to change without a warning. Loving you was easy. Getting you to love me back was the hard part. So lets order another round of shooters and watch my apathy grow, shot by boring shot. While my friends and ex's get awoken in the early hours of the mourning by drunken texts and phone calls. While someone writes "die young and save yourself" in the background on the bathroom wall. Because no matter what we weigh, someday we all will be 21 grams lighter. It is a great fear of ours to die alone but it is an even greater fear of ours to become our parents. So we've got the wrong kind of business here if you think that my whole world would stand still for a moment in time as soon as you walk into it. So do I pretend to freeze again or do I grab the closest bottle of gin available? Oh lord, this party is getting stiffer by the minute because of you. We've put up with this for far too long so lets break out every drug known to man and watch you walk away in the early morning street lights in disgust while we have the time of our night lives. Were all just broken goods in search of a fix. We live for moments like these. We live.