(cheap thunder)

My brain is a cat shot taken on the chin.

And there's still no hope of sleeping. not on a sunday. not when there's a fresh morning to face. new week. new slurs and pipe dreams.

And i'm grinning without reason. thinking about my time as an idiot kid and all there's left for me to see. a girl. some life. the revelries of forgetting, forgiving and friendships i'll never come to expect.

Just 2am and fine with me.