Songs of Sadness

the adventures of me vs the beer and giant smoke, part one: valentine's day
drinking alone on valentine's day can only improve with a call from your ex and a text from another
It was me, that box of cigars, and those gallons of alcohol against the worst (and I felt well prepared).
I like songs, but not music. I mean, I listen to songs, y'know? But music is pretty annoying sometimes.
I missed the movie because I didn't want to go it alone.
No movie tonight, how about one on my own, how about my own head against someone else's wall, I'm only renting this space, I'm only pretending this time.
My subconscious fucked me.
I planned against it, but my subconscious' plans displayed supersession and in the end, my subconscious plans foiled me.
It's not a question of math, it's not a numbers game nor a path to abstain from or follow or whatever you commit to...
What a name, (CHEFFANY), what a thing to do.
Spontaneous applause
Elaborate charades
Eavesdropper eavesdropping
on this lovely, lovely, lonely eave
I won't get your jokes, you'll have to explain them
and make them pointless: "that's funny", instead of real, genuine laughter