Another lost afternoon filters into another evening that may as well have never been, where you drink until you sincerely believe you've put a big dent into your free time but realize you've only bruised your booze supply. And you keep wanting to stand up the next morning but you feel too sick of being by yourself to even bother pretending you're hangover...

yea it's you and your usual friend, some tomato soup and you realize it's afternoon all over again...

Another weekend comes and it hardly makes a difference when every day bleeds into the next in a bleary tired state of affairs, it's like 5 am is the only way you know a new day is dawning, color comics are the only indication that Saturday has passed away, another lonely night you could've met someone who would've hurt you in the end...

yea it's you and your usual friend, some tomato soup and you realize it's afternoon all over again...

I swear I wear these striped shirts because I feel like I'm in prison and now I finally understand why Maya said the caged bird sings like "La la la la la la la la la la la la la la..." You know you're never leaving but it makes you feel better to hum along with a song and pretend you understand the anguish of the music...

"La la la la la la la la la la la la la la..."