At an empty table at three a.m. working the graveyard shift. So - TopicsExpress



          

At an empty table at three a.m. working the graveyard shift. So lonely and afraid I might never leave this place. A collection of photographs spread out in my mind, show me how you smiled. Remind me how I died. I sit and stare at my empty glass. Too tired to walk over to the bar. This ugly body reminds me of the mess I have become. At an empty table at five a.m. still working the graveyard shift. So drunk and unafraid. So desperate and much too late. https://soundcloud/barjunkie/communicaution-graveyard-shift
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 11:04:57 +0000

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