Neonblack from Generalities by Dewey Decimal

I’ve had the same black pants on every day since the funeral.
I probably should wash them. It still feels surreal, though.
I put in my headphones. I walk to St. Liam’s.
I thought I’d made friends here, but I never see them.

I spin myself up with Amphetamine and walnuts.
Now I’m laser focused on being a fuckup.
What does it matter? Is it even that bad?
Gather your baggage. Tie it up in a sack, and

Take it all ‘round back. We’ll paint it neon black
for enthusiastic apathy that my mind color-matched.

I move down the sidewalk past car lots and pawn shops.
The homicide unit is in the liquor store parking lot.
Now, there’s some perspective. Things could be worse!
I could’ve gone in to buy bourbon and left in a hearse.

So, when I get home I get down to business
by watching the TV and feeling like shit again.
I just need to get over it.

Take it all ‘round back. We’ll paint it neon black
for enthusiastic apathy that my mind color-matched.

You’ve got to make yourself feel better, man.
There’s people who depend on you.
So grab your favorite sweater, and come on out.
They’re waiting for you.

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