so punk rock.

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o
h
h
h
h
h
h
and
here it
comes.
descending
darkly
into the chaotic
confines of that
which cannot be
named
or
recalled
in one
tragic
instance before
the
depressingly
despondent
king
and
queen
of
soulful eyes
and
heartbreaking lies
rip your smile
from the
headlines.
fingers keep
trembling
tapping
touching
twisting
trying to keep up
with your
battered
bruised
and
broken
ego
all the while breathing
into paper bags
and
busting through
already
splintered
windows.
self defeating
self deprecation
haven't you heard
it's the new punk rock
and
you're in the
front
row
seat
so
sit back for the
show
while we
spin fibs
and
spit nonsense
into each other's ears.
dancing through
glass walls
fighting through
phone calls.
every word's a
game
but i've
lost the winning
piece.
i hope
you're
happy
with me.