Sitting sipping
Some chill draft
Feeling daft
Maybe that's not
The right word
But it sure as hell denotes
This tired feeling
Of spilling out the
Story again
Saying sorry again
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Shaking my head
To scatter the scream
I'm sure as hell not sorry
But here I go, go
You wanna know, know
You laugh it all off
A healthy cough
And I sit and finally stare
At you
Good God
You're weird, too
It's now my turn to laugh
As we sit
Sipping our chill draft
Shaking out all the unironed seams
Feeling daft
Here I go, go
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