keep the old times rolling

I’m rolling my eyes

into the back of

my head

and I’m in a club

I’m breaking my

teeth on each other

but they won’t stop

chattering about

old memories

with a girl I

once built

cubby houses with

 

and it’s kind of chilly

in there

like it is now

and I’ll break up with

this sad song

that’s playing

from my ears

in an attempt

to cover the sound

of my jaw

hitting

the ground

on repeat

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