The feeling in my head the morning after
Heavy with guilt and hangover
Thoughts a jumble in mistakes
Who even knew there was kindling enough for this sort of regret?
And just when I thought I had things kinda figured out
Misdecision and shame go
Hand in unwilling hand
Afterburn feeding on my fuckup
The brutality of the bay fulfilling my needing
Bruising troughs, ascension and fall
I feel my emotions ebbing with each collision
Keep on breaking like glass, but it’s still here
Who knew I had this much to expiate
Just what I say I needed
Needing something else to crash
And come back together
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