Stand Back Out and Up

Empty bottles scattered across the linoleum floor Just like the futile coke bags floating in your toilet bowl Both still congested with the lost memories that occurred last night Blacking out under the twilight Stars crashing down on the rooftop Where elitists stare unoriginal Doesn’t bother me much I’ll try and find their stash and share it with worthy list souls Sh*tty party on repeat Cliques tapping their feet simultaneously Soaking in the sulfuric summer heat Drinking and grinding your teeth I wouldn’t trade any of these moments Trying to remember what shoes I wore What f*cking hat she had on I want bottles and bags within my reach at all times The best lines written went up my nose Carved in my initials Choking down piss warm beer with the knot in the back of your throat Pour a shot Make a toast To your fruitful dissociation And, ghost everyone Recover your faculties in social isolation