You're tired of wishing it'd rain wine. I know, 'cuz I've been there myself so many times. Pining for red and white Seattle skies--too fucked up to live, too goddamned rare to die. Making this living has sucked you dry of life.
Dying a little harder every day, you find out in the hardest ways just how much "too much" you can take. Try again. Recall how to be brave. Try to make good your escape, but you ain't tryin' to be saved. Fuck screaming for the silence of the grave.
