This Must Be The Place (Poem) - Extra Chill


This Must Be The Place (Poem)

This Must Be The Place

Stumble into a bright classroom
with dry mouth and a twisting stomach
the night before follows close behind
and you’re still sleeping

you sit there shaking
sweating out a ten dollar jug of wine
and a month’s worth of cigarettes
that you vacuumed down into your lungs
fuck consequences

your eyes close and your head tilts back
dilated pupils can see through the black
oceans of color from behind
your eyes that drift through
raging oceans of the mind
you go unconscious

dreams float but memories sink
you find yourself at home, right
where you want to be

Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Live Stop Making Sense)

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