Tonight I will find a place to drown.
I'm packing my bags, purchasing a one way ticket to an ocean of relief.
At the bottom is where I will rest, never to see this place again.
If I land in a city, the fellow drowned will speak, "...and like the drifter I was born to be, I left for something better. In these city lights, I will hang my noose up high, for all the town to see. This is the only way, to get anyone to look up to me." It would be no surprise to find a city under the sea, full of patrons undistinguishable from you and me. They got here before us, only to think/say the same things we may've once felt. To fight and fuck the same people. Someone's been there, done that...we're all just too late to our own lifetime.
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