We sit in cold
dreary
basements.
Waiting for a touch of god,
drinking vodka and orange juice,
vodka and gatorade,
vodka and cran.
Anything is preferable to being sober right now.
And we debate.
We debate like champions.
We debate on topics
that no one could find an excellent argument for.
We debate to simply hear ourselves speak.
We want to sound intelligent and wow
everyone with our smarts.
But somehow we just sound like
pompous
douchebags.
I can't face telling you what I think.
Because i'm afraid that if I open my mouth
my heart will come spewing out.
and I wouldn't be able to handle
you seeing my emotions and my
feelings strewn on the kitchen floor.
I'm afraid if you see them,
you will be ill.