Smokey clarity

“I’ll take one more of these”

Pointing down at the empty glass in front of me

A single drop that I couldn’t manage

The clear liquid refill does nothing to ease

The bullet train

Running thoughts, faster than I thought

As a passenger, still relatively slow

One mezcal, two mezcal… I make it rain

We all know this shit doesn’t help

But we indulge

Trying to wash away, dull the day

I swear, it’s not to lose myself

It’s to make sure that I slowly ran

Get my feet in front of me

One step forward at a time

Fuck these emotions, man

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