bicycling home from a nightime gig
with the guitar on my back
only two people came to the show
so i hated myself
i didn't make a dime
so i hated myself
none of the hopes i had
ever amounted to shit
my dreams were mistakes
some drunk bitch
smoking outside a bar
comments in my direction
"that's a wreck waiting to happen."
little did she know
the wreck already
happened
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