Idk the Last One

You told me
I can't come home, tonight
Lights all off, garage door won't work
It's time to sleep on the floor of my

Car on its side
Engine is burning bright
Flailing around, don't wanna get out
Just five more minutes, to be sure

Pictochat, orange tic tacs, and death
Steve earle albums playing softly
As i descend into the deep

I can stay
The college closet fag all day
It makes no difference to anyone else
The world can't remember what isn't right now

Driving around
Cut-rate coffee goes down
Staring out the windshield of life
I'm glad that it's here, else the air would be knives

I cannot remember anything at all
Gone are the times of memories rife
Develop an affect for tritones and minor ninths and

You ain't hear
The west coast pop art experimental band
At least you got a cool story to tell
Some hot 411 on the tl

And you told me
Somethings in life ain't free
Kind of a dick head thing to say
When you know my heart was looking the other way and

I blame all
My problems on my past self
Cause that idiot isn't around
To try and defend themselves

Somethings wrong, flowers for algernon
I can't remember anything at all
I can't remember anything at all

That's all i wrote
I'm calling it quits, i'm done
Sorry to all who had to hear it
Vultures they tend to my spirit